Every now and then, I catch a glimpse of my Nanna and Grandad, they're looking at my while they sit on the steps of a hotel on the Isle of Jersey. The black and white photograph perches on a wicker basket to the right of my fireplace. Did I tell you that I never met them? They were long gone before I even arrived, you probably know that.
I have no real idea of either of them, I only have what I have conjured in my head, never bothering to check facts or to see if I'm hot or cold. Remember that game?
OK, so Grandad. He was wonderful. He was a handsome teenager and he only grew more handsome with age. I'm not biased, trust me, he was a handsome man, with a fabulous head of hair. He was a war hero, he went to France in WWI, got blown up, spent a year in hospital then returned home to his family. My Mum was the favourite, she was 'Babs', the baby. She was a Daddy's girl and my mum had excellent taste, so my Grandad must have been wonderful.
Nanna was a force to be reckoned with, from what I can gather. Mum and Nanna didn't always see eye to eye. I secretly think that it's because they were very alike. They may have butted heads but I adore my Mum, and if they're so alike, how can I not adore my Nanna?
My Nanna was an entrepreneur in the early 1900's, she owned her own fruit and veg shop. Isn't that amazing? Long before women's rights, long before equality, there was my Nanna, can't tell you how proud I am.
So I am totally enamoured with the two of them and I love them even though I've never met them. I do know that I'll eventually meet them though. They may not think much of me so far but trust me, I make a better impression in person, they'll love me... eventually.
I need to show you a pic of when they were younger too, they are amazing x
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