Posts in the "GRAMPS" Category

  • Today’s post was supposed to be about the 6 year old’s birthday party.  However, my camera has decided that it has a ‘memory card error’ and as well as refusing to work will not download any of the photos from that day.  After quite a bit of swearing I gave up and shelved that post [...]

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  • Over to Gramps …
    For the past year I have been training to be a Driving Instructor. Like many people who are not public servants or Ministers of Parliament, my dreams of retirement are exactly that. Just dreams. So I am now, aged 60, a Trainee Driving Instructor waiting to pass the dreaded part 3 exam [...]

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  • Email from Gramps …
    Laura
    Did I read on your Sister’s blog (post entitled Slip of the Tongue) that the 5 year old had exclaimed “Oh, shit!” at your Sister’s house?
    This reminds me of a caravaning holiday in, of all places Bangor, with Rosemary and Martin. Martin and I were stood in the doorway of somewhere which must have had [...]

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  • Over to Gramps …
    A few weeks ago, during our regular visit to the swimming baths, my granddaughter and I discussed the plans for the day that my wife and I were to look after her and the 4 year old during the school holidays.
    We decided on a gruelling schedule, a school holiday decathlon; dog walking, [...]

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  • Over to Gramps …
    Poppy was our last family dog and the one I was most attached to. We had to have her put to sleep in Spain. I was inconsolable for days.
    We had collected Poppy, a handsome Springer Spaniel, from a house in Huddersfield that was a semi-detached replica of Cold Comfort Farm, thus saving [...]

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  • I am teaching my five year old granddaughter to swim; it is a rewarding experience, a joy. Then, more additional joy, a small supplementary benefit; as I have survived sixty years the session is free.
    After the interrogation by the receptionist as to whether or not I am sixty years old, a doubt that secretly pleases [...]

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  • Another from Gramps which proves that what goes around comes around …
    You were probably about four or five years old and we were on a mission to buy you new shoes.
    As we walked into the department, the assistant, who I thought was sat behind the counter stepped out to reveal that he was not very [...]

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