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”

Thatched roofs

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.

We filmed some more people this morning, but this ws the last of this particular job and I don't know when we'll be fiming again. But you would have been interested in watching. Part of the making the film is to get people to walk past the camera. Then the cameraman says "it wasn't quite right, do it again." So the people had to go back and walk apst the camera again. Or a noisy lorry goes past or a plane flies overhead, and we because of the noise we have to do that part of the film again!

Then Grandad got ito his car to drive a long way down the A1 road, almost as far as London. Tomorrow I'm going to see a man who lives down near you. After getting to my hotel I had a spare hour or so and it was a lovelu evening, so I went for a walk into a little village. The houses in this village are very old, and some of them have thatched roofs - that is, instead of havign slates or tiles on the roof, they have thatch - which is made out of reeds. The thatch is very thick, it keeps out the rain and it makes the house warm. The people who put the thatch on the roofs, or mend them, are very clever. They're called "Thatchers" because they thatch roofs. That's where the name Thatcher comes. from. There would be a man called Jack who was a thatcher by trade, and so they would call him "Jack the Thatcher." After a while they would shorten it to "Jack Thatcher." And if he had a son William who was also a thatcher by trade - and it was very common in those days for a son to follow the same trade as his father and learn from him - they would call him William Thatcher and so on.

There was an old pub in the village so Grandad had a drink in the garden, listening to the birds singing and the wind blowing in the trees - very peaceful! There was a little play area there where you could have played while Grandad watched you and ejoyed his glass of wine.

Tomorrow Nana Ann is coming up and we're going to visit her nephew and his new baby, after we've both done our work of course.

Love from

Grandad Kit and Nana Ann