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”

Soggy breakfast

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.

The last couple of days, I've noticed that my breakfast cereal packets were a little bit damp. At first I didn't take any notice, but then I decided to investigate. Do you know, all my breakfast cereal packets were soaking wet. All the cardboard boxes were wringing wet and I've had to throw them away. Fortunaely, all the various cereals I keep (I keep a big variety just in case some fussy young relative comes to stay and must have one particular type of cereal!). The culprit was our boiler, which Nana Ann was supposed to ahve fixed the last time she was here. Well, it's leaking. On the phone, she told me what to do (turn this black knob a quarter of a turn clockwise) but it hasn't had any effect. So I'll just have to get Barry the builder to come and fix it.

You know, the QE2 is coming up here to the north east and she's going to be in the Tyne on Sunday. Now if you were living anywhere within 50 miles radius, I would insist on taking you to see this wonderful ship. But I don't have a handy young relative to take along, so I'm going to have to give it a miss myslef. You see all the tjhings I'm missing just because you're not around. Never mind, we'll make up for it one day.

I'm having to get everything ready for my trip to London on Sunday. Heaven help me from nana Ann's wrath if I forget a single thing. Of course - there's the bag she left behind! As long as I remember to take it, that'll keep her quite for a while at least.

Love from

Grandad Kit and Nana Ann