One of the things that worried me (slightly) about going to Norfolk was that after two long years James and Emily might have forgotten me. I needn't have worried. There was no shyness, no hesitancy. They slipped straight into beloved grandchildren mode right from the start.
On a walk with Granny
Eating KitKats
New sunnies
Now, if I might be excused I'm going to cut myself a fringe.
2 comments:
My hair just needs some control. I too am grateful that my grandkids remember me.
I did trim that fringey bit at the front. It is still long enough to tuck behind my ears but it doesn't fall into my food now. My hairdresser has married off two daughters, a year apart and in lockdown, since I last had a trim.
Grandchildren are the best thing about our later years - that and not giving a youknowwhat. Keep well Mage, I hope you are both on the mend.
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