Out of the mouths of babes

MY FIVE-YEAR-OLD grandson, Arthur, went to sport club at his school during halfterm. When I went with his mum to meet him on the last day, he was beaming from ear to ear. He came rushing up to us and exclaimed: ‘I’ve won a trophy, I’ve won a trophy — I’ve waited all my life for this!’ As I commented to the person running the club: ‘Look out for his autobiography next!’ Jill Haughan, Eastbourne, E. Sussex.