Friday, March 30, 2007
A grand house
Thank you for reading my blog. If you have difficulty seeing your grandchildren, or have any views about my situation, I would welcome your messages by e-mail through this blog site. If you wish, just use a first name or a nickname and your identity will be protected, like mine – “Grandad Kit.”
Dear “Tom”
A grand house
I am your other grandfather, the one you have never met. You are three years old, and although I have never met you, I love you dearly and always will. You are my flesh and blood, and always will be. We will meet one day, I am sure.
Today Grandad went to visit a very rich man who lives in a big, old house, a very grand house. To get into the house you have to drive up to the gate, which opens automatically, so you can drive straight through. Of course the gate opens only if you are expected, not everybody can get in. The house is a very fine house, looking over the gardens and the countryside. Every room has a different view. I had a cup of coffee in the kitchen with the housekeeper, a very nice lady who looks after the house. The kitchen is big and warm with a big wooden table and wooden chairs.
The reason I was there was to make a film with this man. I didn't do the actual filming - that was done by two other peope who came with their film camera and sound recording equipment. It was onyl a very short film, but making a film is very interesting. When the first film didn't come out quite right, we sinmply did it again. After the third time, it was just right.
On my way to the house I called at the home of a friend of mine who lives in the nearby village. She wasn't at home, but as I was driving up the road I saw her - she had been going for a walk. So I was able to get to talk to her. I haven't sen her for a long time, so it was nice to meet and have a chat. She asked about Nana Ann and I said we would both come and see her and her husbnad very soon.
Tonight I was supposed to go to another boxing match, but again I was too busy to go. But a friend of mine wnet with his father. No doubt they'll tell me all about it when we next meet up.
Love from
Grandad Kit and Nana Ann
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