In which the puppy and I have ice cream.
My Grandfather died when I was 2, this was ages ago. But it means that for Nana the whole of Christmas time is a kind of sad time, a time of memories.
I don’t remember him, but for as long as I can remember I’ve been told the story about how he was told he wouldn’t make it to Christmas, but he was determined. How I was trained to say merry Christmas Grandad, and how proud he was.
He died on the 29th, and so all day has been distraction and it has been Thursday all day – the 29th has not been mentioned at all. He has been gone for longer than he was with her, but that level of love and miss is kind of awesome.
Nana has been sad so we’ve had a day out.
We went out exploring the sales… St Albans, Hatfield and London Coney. It was interesting, tiring and we bought random stuff.
A collection of bizarre reduced vegetables collected more by their level of reduction than their logical link to each other…
I still maintain this is a Mandrake!
We do celebrate some odd things.
So we went to this massive fire and burnt pretend people. Then made pretty colours in the sky to celebrate someone not killing the people we choose to look after us…
But first all the children and adults walked in a big crowd carrying flaming torches.
I brought the puppy and people muttered that I was cruel and evil. Then she alternately watched the pretty lights and went to sleep. I’m never sure how to react, be glad they care about her welfare or wish the wouldn’t judge till they know her.
Then there was Sprinkles.
Sometimes the things that make people happy are quite bizarre. Hiding behind a wheelchair; cooking someone dinner; the overexcited hello of a puppy; Lego; finding a Pokemon; puppy nesting in you dirty clothes; someone putting the kettle for tea; someone passing you the thing you want before you asked just because they noticed.