Peter and I sheepishly stood up and gave Granny’s wrinkly old cheek a kiss.

She left and we sat back on the sofa.

“How long do you think we have to do this for?” Peter asked as Mum waved our grandmother off.

“Dunno.” I replied.

“You won’t tell anyone will you?” I fearfully asked.

He shook his head.

“And I know you won’t.” he knowingly replied as our mother returned.

The TV anchor man announced that the next programme would be the film,

The Living Daylights, starring Timothy Dalton as James Bond.

“Can we watch this mum?” I asked as the ba-ba baoummm, ba-ba baoumm, music started.

“Oh no.” Mother replied

. “Princesses don’t like James Bond.

How about a DVD instead?”

“OK.” I replied.

“Can I choose?” Peter asked

. “It’s my turn.”