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”

Your Mam's email doesn't work

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.

What an anti-climax! After all that angst (just a posh name for worrying) the carefully (very carefully) worded e-mail I sent to your Mam has bounced back. It can't be delivered, I presume because your Mam has a new e-mail address. I daren't ring up and ask her what her new one is, as that might lead to diffilculties on the telephone. She's bound to say "tell me now" and I might say the words wrong. So the only thing I've been able to do is to print out the email as a letter and send it to your Mam by "snail mail." That means she won't get it until Monday at the earliest, and we want to get to see you on Sunday next! Phew!

I bet your Dad was glued to the television this afternoon. Scotland were playing Ireland, and Scotland won a very exciting game. I bet your Dad was over the moon. The Scots rugby team have been doing quite badly in recent years, so this was a big win for them. For me, I was on the side of the Irish. After all, I have an Irish grandfather (or rather I did have an Irish grandfather - he's been dead many years now of course).

Today I went to the paper bank, the can bank and the bottle bank with all the old newspapers, cans and bottles I've collected over the past month or so. I get four or five newspapers every day, plus lots of magazines, so there's a lot to go for recycling. Not so many cans, but quite a lot of bottles. Surely I don't drink as much as that in a month? But don't tell Nana Ann. She keeps telling me I'm only supposed to have a small glass of wine each night - but her idea of a small galass and my idea of a small glass are two different things.

I had a call from your Auntie Pat (my sister) today. She lives in Yorkshire. Apparently, she was expecting me to call and see her today. We were going for a walk by the canal and a picnic. But it seems she's been sending me e-mails to my old e-mail address - at least two years old! What was she thinking of? But, as usual between Grandad and a woman, any woman, it's all Grandad's fault.

Nana Ann will be ringing soon. I'll give her the news.

Love from

Grandad Kit and Nana Ann