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 replies - and the job's a good 'un!

I am you other grandfather, the one you have never met. You are four 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.

Yor Mam finally came back to us today - another email - and she says ok to us coing to see you at home on Sunday. All we have to do is fix the time. So this is it. The visit is definitely on - bar any last-minute hiccups.

Down at Nana Ann's there's all sorts of thigns going on. For a start, the fair has taken over a large part of the Common. The fair comes every year about thsi time, and it's quite a big affair. Not as big as the biggest fair in teh countyr, that's the Hoppins on thew Newcastel Town Moor. Don't worry, we'll take you to both of them one of these days. The fair lights up the sky at night, there's the sound of music and merrygrounds and sales talk, and there's the smells of chip and hot dogs - irrisistible, almost.

But waht I wanted to tell you is that the last couple of time I've ben down, I've seen the young goose with the broken wing, or rather the deformed wing - he was born like that. The upshot is, he can't fly, although he's now fully grown. So, every night, when all the other geese fly away (God knows where the fly to) he has to saty behind. So he simply sits in the middle of the pond, or hides in the long grass on the island. Then in the mornig when all the geese return, he joins up with his family - his mother, father and four brothers and sisters - they always sit togther and feed together, plus his elder brother who was born last year (one of five, the only one to survive) who sits a little way away from the rest of the family.

Tomorrow Nana Ann and Grandad are off to Brighton on the coach.

Love from

Grandad Kit and Nana Ann