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”

All quiet on the Western Front

You are now four years old. I am your other grandfather, the one you have just met, but only the once. At the moment, it looks highly unlikely that we will ever see you again, but whatever happens please believe that I love you dearly and always will. You are my flesh and blood, and always will be. We will meet again 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.

I put Nana Ann on the train to go back to London last night. We had a good talk about things, and we have decided to do nothing more for the present. The way we look at it is this: if your Mam is cross with us (which she seems to be, but why we don't really know) then there is no point in us annoying her further, as it were, by getting back to he so soon after meeting you for the first time just a few short days ago. If she is cros with us, then the best thing to do is to wait until she's no longer cross with us. If we ask her why she feels the way she does, she will just try to prove why she is cross with us. Whether that is something real or just something that she imagines, isn't really the point, in fact it doesn't really matter either way.

So chin up, old lad, at least now you have some idea that soemwhere there are two old people who are relatives of yours, like your other Grandadas and Nanas, who care about you for no other reason than we share the same bloodlines. Blood is thicker than water, they say, and that is certainly the case for us. We do wish and hope that that will be the saem fro you Mam and Dad as well.

So, it's All Quiet on the Westren Front. On the Home Front, Nana Ann wasn't able to dfix the central heating - Barry the Buolder came round today and fixed it in five minutes flat (though what his bill will be I shudder to think) but Nana Ann did get up on the kitchen roof to fix some loose slates. She's left me six more bags of garden runnish to take to the recycling centre (some is from our bag yard I must admit where the treeds and bushes have grown wild for years - the birds who have nested there in recent years will be very annoyed).

My time is up so as always

Love from

Grandad Kit and Nana Ann