A chat.

It’s been a busy few months.  But just today I could do with a chat with my Grandad. Not about anything in particular. Just to spend some time with him, sit and have a chat. I’d let myself in using the key. Shout hello as I cross the door. ‘Hallo’ would come the call more often as not from the kitchen. Sat on his perch, a customised stool, eating a sarnie of cheese or ham. Pouring a cuppa whilst he asks how I am. With one eye on the garden but both ears on me, his eyes twinkling as we Continue Reading →