Monday morning, hosts T & S have gone off to work and there is time before James and I wander up the road to experience the delights of the Camden Markets minus the weekend crowds. So I shall now tell you of the sinking feeling one gets when the UK Customs official enquires as to your relationship to the child accompanying you. Young NZ Maori and white middle aged woman raises eyebrows and then comes a term that turns my bowels to water - Child Trafficking. I am his grandmother I protest, he and his mother live with me. So of course the mother has written a letter? Never crossed our minds, and never at any stage suggested by our National Airline, or local customs. Young James boldy speaks up, she is my grandma, I live
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