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I don't remember her voice but I remember her bright pink cardigan with cats on, I remember watching her bake jam tarts. I remember her roast dinners and the weird doll with a knitted skirt toilet roll cover. She couldn't walk far because she would get dizzy, we'd have fish and chips on a Friday and I'd always get a chicken for her on a Monday. She let me eat the skin. She let me eat the cake batter until the news said it wasn't safe. We would watch Jerry springer together and she would allow me to play with my dolls house. She had a very itchy sofa bed in the dining room but I always slept on the floor in her room. I remember her jewellery box, I'd open it and play with the beads. She had a skin tag on her neck that I was fascinated with. I remember her glasses and wrinkly skin. She took me to kwik save. I stopped her from falling over in the kitchen when she had a dizzy spell. She had a collection of Tetley ornaments she'd get from special Tetley tea boxes.
She was my Nana and she was lovely. I had 8 years with her. It should have been more. I wish we knew each other now.
Again I don't remember his voice but I remember he was tall, he had big hands and I'm sure he wore a pinky ring. He was Scottish and proud. He had white hair which he'd allow me to comb over to one side when he always combed it back. He had a green house in the corner of the garden which I remember the smell and heat from. And a shed at the top of the concrete steps on the opposite side of the garden. I grew peas in pods which he'd allow me to eat. He drove us to kwik save in his maroon Astra. He had a battered up violin in the garage. He smelt of old spice and he enjoyed a whiskey.
He was my Di (grandad) and he was strong. 13 years I knew him for.
Much love
Beth x
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