Thursday, May 24, 2007
Millions of books
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”
Millions of books
I am you 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.
Guess where Grandad was today? He was in the big building near St Pancras sation that has millions and millions of books - the British Library. There was one particular book that Grandad wanted to see, and the only place where he could get a copy was in the British Library. So Grandad spent all day reading this book and making notes for a book I am writing. You have to read these rare and specila books in the British Library - they won't let you take them away in case you never bring them back and so no-one else will be able to look at them.
A great thing happened this morning. When we came out of the house, ther were the five baby geese and their Mummy and Daddy, feeding on the grass right in front of Nana Ann's house! We took photographs of them of course. It's as if the Mummy and Daddy geese wanted to say "thanks for thinking about us." Then Nana Ann gave them some bread, whcih they gobbled up, inlcuding the young ones. Usually in a brood of young birds, one or other is more dominant and one or other is weak and holds back - but with this lot, all five seem to be equally active and all five are exactly the same size. They are definitely big enough to stop the crows chasing them, and so they sould all grow up to be adult birds. And then we might se more than one goose nest on the island in the pond in years to come.
Love from
Grandad Kit and Nana Ann
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