Your Grandad sounds as cool then as you are now.
We know you're actually a fittie, but the children love you because you're Grandad.
I lived so close to school aged 5-12 that I was almost never met.
Except the one time Nanny turned up unexpectedly and I ran right past her in a world of my own. Got home to major recriminations and ended up getting such a pasting I cried crocodile tears (apparently) so hard I was sick. Not scarred by that at all.
I think it's influenced one of my greatest desires though.
I always, always, always want to be met at the end of a journey.
And I can count the amount of times it's happened on two hands. Bear in mind I'm 41 and most of the ten were racked up when I was a teen.
Airport, train station, coach station, bus stop.
Please.
Won't someone, once, be waiting for me?
I envy your grandchildren Chris.
They have many, many years with you yet, but they will treasure these memories of you.
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