“Why are you always so growly, Granddad?”
Those few simple words from our grandson, Michael, created a ‘tag’ for Robbie that became a badge of honour, affection and warning to the uninitiated or foolhardy!
It was a family gathering – birthday, Christmas, Easter, wedding – not sure which! Our blended family (which closely resembles a bowl of spaghetti in terms of sorting out relationships) was gathered together to celebrate whatever it was. In fact, it might just have been, “let’s do lunch”. It was a hot day. With his emphysema Robbie found the heat much more trying than the cold – thus generating Michael’s questioning observation.
Michael was about six, I think. There were at least six or seven younger ankle-biters as well as Michael – running inside and out – screaming, splashing with