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”

Back to school

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.

MOst kids are going back to school tomorrow. I guess you'll be back at nursery school too. Nana Ann used to be a teacher, and she used to teach lots of boys and girls like you, some a litle older perhaps. She loved all the boys and girls ahe taught. They are all gronw up by now. Sometimes grown-up people stop me in the street or in the supermarket and tell me that Nana Ann used to teach them when they were little!

The last thing Nana Ann did before she left was to paint the front door. Why, I don't know. It looked all right to me, the same as it has done for years. There was still plenty of paint left on it, but now it looks really smart. I've just had to change a light bulb, so don't say Grandad never does anything round the house! As we use up our old light bulbs, I replace them with the modern energy-saving ones. One thing I've noticed, Nana Ann leaves the lights on around the house a lot. Now I'm always switching them off as I go from one room to another, but Nana Ann has this theory it uses more electricity and wears out the bulbs faster if you keep switching lights on and off rather than leave them on all the time. Well, not all the time, but you know what I mean.

Grandad is off on his travels tomorrow. I promise I'll send you at least one postcard. You never know, it might do the trick with your Mam, as it did once before (but only once). At least she and your Dad will know we're still thinking of you.

Love from

Grandad Kit and Nana Ann