Fictional story: My grandfather was a lighthouse keeper before he retired.
Now he spends his time collecting objects that represent lighthouses.
He builds wooden models of lighthouses himself, even the last one is made of several flower pots. As for the Lego lighthouse on the desk in his workshop, I made it myself.
When we spend time together, he often says to me: “I was a lighthouse keeper…”
Continuation of the fictional story: While I was away, my grandson cleared the middle of the room.
Then he took the liberty of throwing his entire marble collection down the stairs.
He needs to tidy up before I get back, but I see that the dustpan and bucket are already ready.
