Hi, Dad. Are you OK?' ine, replied his father. "Your mother and I had a lovely walk by the sea this afternoon. Anyway, it's good you phoned. We wanted to tell you there's something in the post for you. For your birthday on Tuesday. It'll be a surprise, l know, but I hope it's a good surprise. "That sounds interesting, said David. Are you going to tell me anything more about it? No, you'll have to wait. Let me just get your mother. I know she wants to speak to you," his father said Joan!' his father shouted to his mother. 'It's David on the phone Coming." David heard his mother's voice. And then he heard her say in a quiet voice to his father, 'Have you told him?' and the answer, 'No, Hello, David, said his mother. Are we going to see you soon? Can you come down next weekend? 'Yes, on Sunday, said David. 'We can't on Saturday because I'm working, but Sunday will be fine. Oh good, replied his mother happily. "We want to see our lovely grandson again. We're lucky that you live near so we can see him quite often. David said something, but all the time he was thinking, How can we tell them that we're taking him away to Newcastle? I'll give the phone back to your father now. I know he wants to tell you something about the garden," his mother said. "See you all next Sunday. Mum, vid said. He then listened to his father talking about some ideas he had for his garden. David could