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”

Nearly at Land's End

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'll bet you know what Land's End is, even if you don't know exactly where it is. Land's End is the end of the land, that is, when you go acros the country until you can't travel any further, that's wher Land's End is. You can go right ot the edge3 and loo out to sea. Apart from a few islands, there's nothing but sea until you get to America!

Anyway, I've sent you and your Mam a nice card, so you never know she might give us a call. There's yachts on it, for her, and donkeys and a land train for you. I've been looking at some very nice seaside places. The only trouble was, this is so far out, by the time I got there it was dark and I didn't have anywhere to stay. I wnet to several places, bu they were all full, or they'd shut up shop for the night. Just as I was thinking I'd have to kip down in the car for the night, I went back to a place I'd been told was full to find that one bloke who'd booked a room hadn't turned up, so I got his room, and very nice it was.

There was a big bed and two bunk beds in the troom. Your Mam always liked sleeping in a bunk bed when she was a little girl, and I gues you are the same. Of course, she always had to have the top bunk! There's something quite exciting about climbing up a ladder to go to sleep!

At least I know where I'm going to sleep tomorrow night. Today I got a phone mesage from a lad I used to go to school with. I haven't seen him or spoken to him for fifty years, yet today he rang up out of the blue. As he lives round these parts, I asked if I could stay the night at his house and he said yes. So that'l be good. The funny thing is, his name is the same as mine, shallwe say "Kit." So I ws going to play a trick on Nana Ann. When she rings up, I'm going to get my friend to answer the phone. And when Nana Ann says "can I speak to Kit please" my freind can say "this is Kit speaking!"

Love from

Grandad Kit and Nana Ann