Born in the Cotton/Coal belt of Lancashire, UK, I am a seventy-nine year old without a grandchild to spoil. The part of me that wishes this was not so is revealed in this story. It is a remembrance of my own grandfathers, and how I would wish to spend time with a grandson if I had one.
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