"I certainly can believe it. You and Alex, you're growing like the weeds that are choking out my marigolds. Maybe I should hire the pair of you to pull them." She looked at her granddaughter fondly, watching her digging into the cake, then turned back to Ginny.
"You know your father's always bringing someone home, and grandchildren, and before that, you lot were always bringing home the odd extra child. You'd be surprised how often there still are ten. And even if there aren't, there's James and Al to feed, and your father's lunches to pack up, and really, nothing goes to waste."
She took a sip of her tea. "Your father says he'll be along as soon as he can. Sorting out something or other, I'm sure he told me, but my mind was on making sure the cake was rising properly.
"And I'm so pleased that you and Harry have come to your senses." Well, that you have... "I haven't seen many as right for one another as the pair of you. Pity to waste it..."