Popa

So I just got off the phone to Mum, who told me something my dear old Popa (pictured left with me and Matt in May) said today.

See, Popa is moving to a different resthome on Friday and was a little concerned about whether or not he was "allowed out" on the weekends, particularly to my Commissioning at the end of the year. Except when he asked Mum, it went more along the lines of if he would still be allowed "to go to Wellington for the granddaughter being rabbi-ed." Cute.