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”

Tubes and wires

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.

What a carry on. Today Grandad had to go to hospital for yet another test. They still can't find out what's wrong with me (but it's not really serious - I'm not going to go just yet). What a palaver. I got changed into my bike gear and climbed onto this exercise bike. That was easy enough, but then they attached all these wires to me - lots of wires, I'm not exagerating - and these go into various computers to record my heart, blood pressure etc, while I'm exercising. Then I had a big tube in my mouth to breath into and a big clip on my nose, worse than a clothes peg, to stop me breathing through my nose. Then it was pedal, pedal, pedal until I couldn't pedal anymore. Of course Grandad thinks he can pedal for ever, but no such luck. This diabolical machine make the bike get a little bit harder to ride, minute by minute, so eventually it's like trying to bike up a very steep hill. I kept it up as long as I could, but eventually I had to give in. God knows what they're going to make of it all.

Then it's back to work and get ready for Nana Ann coming tomorrow. I've been too busy to do anything to the house as I normally do, but I think she knows what to expect. She's promised to let me gte on with my work and not bother me too much.

The beatiful pale pink and white roses are still in bloom, so she'll enjoy seeing those. They might distract her from the state of the garden which is still like a jungle despite my occasional forays with various cutting and chopping instruments. Lots of rain and lots of sunshine make your garden grow. Now I've seen your house, I must say our small garden looks bigger then your tiny one! But in London, houses cost so much, not many people can afford a house with a big garden or even a medium-size one like Nana Ann has.

This weekend, Nana Ann and I will have a long talk about our visit to you last weekend, and what we should do nect. I was going to say, we'll let the situation cool for a while, but it couldn't be any colder that it is now between me and your Mam - I would say deep permafrost and no sign whatsoever of a thaw. But we'll not rush into anything. So I'll keep these letters going for a while till we decide what to do.

Love from

Grandad Kit and Nana Ann