Holidays!

When I was little the highlight of any holiday would be staying at my Grandma's! She taught me to knit, to crochet, I helped her bake, we went to lots of National Trust places. My Grandma and my Grandpa got divorced when I was quite young but we still used to go stay with my Grandpa, which I adored, mainly because I adored my Grandpa.

My Grandpa was not an affectionate man, he was very proud, extremely intelligent, with writing like a doctor and whether he liked it or not darn right huggable! When we stayed he always took us out, but best of all he always cooked us Chicken in a white wine sauce, he bought us Vienetta and Ferrero Rocher and from the age of 12 I was treated to those miniature cans of alcoholic beverages such as Bacardi and Coke, Gin and Tonic and Vodka and Coke! hahaha! I am not sure he realised they were alcoholic! :D

My Grandpa was a reserved man of few words and I remember when I was big enough pulling him into a big bear hug as I was leaving him, I still smile/cry thinking of the look of joy in his face when I did it.

Sadly my Grandpa passed away, cancer is a cruel disease that touches many of us, without my Grandma though my Grandpa would have been someone I barely knew and that would have been a tragedy.

Joy!

From being a little girl my Grandma has been the most constant and most important aspect of my life. I expect most little girls love their Grandma's most. I didn't have a necessarily hard childhood, we weren't rich but we had food on the table and a roof over our heads. However the relationship between myself and my Mum was never an easy one, there always a sense of resentment and competition or maybe jealousy. So my Grandma has filled the hole in my heart that appears when no matter what you do and how hard you work your Mother will not acknowledge that you 'did good'.

My Grandma is called Joy!