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 …
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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 [...] -
Another missive from Gramps along the pet theme of the last ones …
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The memory of the exhumed hamster is buried deep in my mind. I can’t recall the house we were living in. I do remember the funeral in the back garden attended by small tearful child mourners and afterwards, sitting in the dining room watching [...] -
From Gramps …
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Winnie was the first dog that I had since childhood. She had the markings of an Alsatian combined with the soft ears of a Labrador and ownership went some way to completing the perfect life of house, children and dog.
She was about three years old when you were born. Later, as you grew [...] -
I have retold this story to my great amusement on several occasions. There are two very certain responses … confused silence or belly laughter.
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Straight from the horses mouth I pass you over to Gramps …
Unfettered by your mother’s good sense and guidance I was adrift in a sea of confusion and chaos and I was applying, [...] -
From Gramps …
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My recent manic search for the elusive Go Go Hamsters has brought back memories of various smelly pet rodents and a rabbit called Snowball that you had as a child.
To be precise, you ‘had’ to hold and cuddle leaving me, like most fathers, to muck out the cages. I remember at least one [...] -
A holiday you will remember is our caravan visit to Abersoch in north Wales. We and our friends had booked what we thought were pitches on a lovely caravan park on a picturesque Welsh farm. The reality was a meadow with a large area of the long summer grass cut short next to a grey, [...]
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