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It is time for the annual pilgrimage to see ones grandchild.

I know you say, she can’t be that old, she writes like an overactive teenager on steroids. (you do say that, don’t you?)

Well I could say I was a child bride or groom if you were being picky and mean and that my daughter was born shortly after; or I could even say that I just picked up the grandchild from Tescos (big supermarket, owns half of the UK) on a special offer; but no, I must tell the truth; I am a grandparent who probably would not win the glamorous granny contest anywhere but Outer Mongolia. Even there, I would come third after the yeti in a tutu.

Anyway, my grandson lives in the outer reaches of Dorset, near some beaches, so it is highly likely that I will have to take a bucket and spade and submit myself to being buried in sand up to my neck several times a day.

What is wrong with that I hear you say? Well the grandchild, being three years old, has the attention span of a gnat and he will probably forget where the venerable grandparent is buried and go off for an ice cream with his adoring Mummy.

Hence, you will not have the pleasure (or possibly not) of reading any more chapters of my stories until I return, fortified and buoyed up with the knowledge that I have fulfilled my grandparently duty for another year.

If, however, you do not hear from me again, it is likely that the tide has come in and they didn’t get to me in time.

Hugs
Sue

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Yup!

joannebarbarella's picture

'Nuff said

SueBrown, a word of advice

Secrete a metal spoon in your swinsuit and maybe a garden trowel, so you can dig your way out in time.

John in Wauwatosa

John in Wauwatosa

This is assuming

Angharad's picture

you get past the strong passport control we have in Darzit!

If you do, have a good hol.

Angharad 8)

Angharad

Annual pilgrimmage to see Grandchild

You know, Sue, that was exceedlingly funny.

I never used to see my Grandchildren much at all, when they were growing up. We lived in different countries and i was married to somebody else, who did not like the fact that i had them.

Now I live quite close to three of them, the two elder ones are adult young men now, the youngest is a simply gorgeous girl who was 15 yesterday. and who takes after her errant grandparent in wanting to be a Scientist when she grows up. Currently it is Volcanology and Geology that is "IN". When she was younger she used to sit in the car with me and be saying numbers - when asked why, she told me she was working out prime numbers, and she was up to the thousands already. Then maths was "IN".

I am currently sitting in their car most evenings as the young gentlemen are practicing how to drive. One has taken and failed the test twice, the other has had less practice, but i think risking my life like this is actually helping, they dont scare me anymore, and we are getting to know each other far better, and can relate to each other pretty well. I also have a new career, as a chauffeuse, taking them in my limousine most weekends and Wednesday evenings to the home of their young Ladies, twin girls who are without doubt the most desirable 17 year old girls in the whole area. They actually pay me to drive them about. I have joked about getting a Uniform and peaked hat !

BTW, have you ever seen a Yeti in a Tutu? I haven't seen a Yeti at all, and not for not trying. The air up there is so thin i think they are illusions due to oxygen deficit. I always fancied mountaineering but it made me sick as an old dog.
So now I stick to looking for new species of woodlice and leave the yeti hunting to others.

Briar

Briar