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”

Nana Ann forgot her bag

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.

Now Nana Ann never forgets anything, ever. In fact, she's always reminding me of the things I've forgotten - which I do often. But today the tables were turned. When we got to the station for Nana Ann to catch the train back to London (that's another day off from work she's taken, mind, what is the world coming to?) at the last minute (as usual, that's just her way) she realised that she'd forgotten the little bag she always carries. The bag with all her money in it. The bag with all her cards in it (credit cards, libray cards, meberships of at least a dozen different organistaions). So with the London train due any second, we had to have all her bags and cases (Nana Ann always carries enough stuff for a three-month stay wherever she goes, even for a day) open, there was no little bag. So off she went after reluctantly accepting some money from me. I keep telling her it's our money whatI have is hers, and so on, but she never takes any notice. Sh'e a real independent woman.

So back hom, I found the bag straight away, hidden behind a cushion (in case a burglar broke in, in which case that'd be the first place he'd look). So Nana Ann will just have to manage on the bit money I gave her until the weekend when I'm due to go down.

Nothing as yet from your Mam. I'm pondering on whether we should try to meet in London, rather than at your house like last time. Maybe your Mam and Dad would unbend a little, although to be honets I can't see it.

Love from

Grandad Kit and Nana Ann