grandad kit

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”

Paper, tin, bottles, cardboard

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. I am writing this daily "blog" to you to make up for the fact that I can't speak to you right now. I hope that one day you will be able to read this and then you will know that Grandad Kit and Nana Ann always did care for you, right from the day you were born.

Tom, I could have done with your help today. After putting it off for weeks and weeks, Grandad finally got round to clearing out a load of rubbish, mainly paper. Any time you come to my house (except for the next few days) you're bound to see piles and piles of old newspapers. Add to that lots of old letters and files that are so old they really have to go - to the paper bank, of course.

Then they'll be taken away and turned into new paper, saving a lot of trees. Now I know you can't carry a great lot, but there was a bit of a wind blowing today and I know you could chase after all the bits of paper that get blown about when I'm putting them into the paper bank. Then there's the can bank - that's easy, cans are very light - and the bottle bank. That's best of all, because it's great fun dropping the bottles into the bottle bank with a great crash. You could have done that - with the help of a chair to stand on.

Then there's the cardboard to be got rid of. We have a lot of books and paper that come into the house, and they all come in cardboard boxes. Some of these cardboard boxes are very useful to keep things in, but there are far tooo many of them. So its off to the recycling centre where they take in all sorts of stuff, cardboard, old tellys and so on. The people there can often repair these things or get bits out of them that they can sell - and why not?

On the way I drove along the river where there are lots of place to play and have picnics. One place by the river I noticed is changing. This is on a bend of the river, and each year the bend in the river gets a bit bigger and some of the bak falls away into the river. Eventually the river will reach the road, and then what will happen? I suppose they's have to put stones there to stop the road being swept away as well.

Love from

Grandad Kit and Nana Ann