Friday, July 20, 2007

Nana Ann stranded

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”

Nana Ann stranded

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.

You must have heard about all the rain and the flooding. Well, lots of raods were blocked off and lots of trains. Grandad was luckey, very very lucky. The road I was travelling on was flooded, but only after I'd gone past. If I'd started from home a little later, I would have been stranded. Some people had to spend all night in their cars. They must have been cold, hungry and thirsty.

But Nana Ann was stranded - in London! When I got to the hotel where we were staying (in Wales) Nana Ann rang through to say she was stranded in London. Things were so bad she decided she would stay where she was and stay in an hotel near the railway station, and not even try to get back home! It cost her a lot of money and she was very cross, but there was nothing she could do. She's going to try and get a train to Wales tomorrow.

So, instead of having a nice meal with Nana Ann and staying with her, I've been left on my own (but I'm used to it!). The trouble is, we'll still have to pay the hotel for two people even though only one of us is staying. But that's life. There's a lot more people a lot worse off, especially those people whose homes have been flooded. As well as having to leave their houses and stay somewhere else, all these people will have lots a lot of furniture and carpets and so forth. Just image if your house was flooded, and you had to go upstairs to get out of the water. Everything on the ground floor of your house would be ruined by the water.

We'll se what happens tomorrow.

Love from

Grandad Kit and Nana Ann

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