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Is it Really February?

Gosh it's February already and I am way behind updating my blog.  I meant to write just after Christmas then things happened and I never found the time to get stuck in! Time just seems to slip by so quickly and more so when you get older! Still here I am and I would like to wish you all a very belated happy New Year.  That said, I will turn 75 this year and... um... well I just cannot find the answer as to where all the last 74 years have gone!  Still I am blessed that I am still here to tell the tale (have I mentioned this before somewhere in this blog...).  And, I have my darling grandsons who light up my life big time.   Talking about grandsons, my son rang me this morning still full of cold which he developed over the past few days,  and he sounded dreadful.  His wife works weekends so he has the job of looking after their four sons.  When I left him yesterday afternoon after he returned home from work, he looked under the weather....
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The Great Green Goo Incident




The Goo!

Comics aren’t what they used to be… These days, picking one up for the kids feels like opening a mystery box—you never know what weird and wonderful freebie is hiding inside!

One Saturday (our traditional comic run day), I took two of the grandsons to the supermarket. Alfie, true to form, grabbed a comic that came with either a miniature car or a prehistoric dinosaur—both top contenders for his undying obsessions at that time, he is now 18 and still mad about cars, not the dinosaurs any longer.  Jack, however, was never really into cars or dinosaurs. His tastes were more… unpredictable.

We got home, and the unwrapping ceremony began. Out came the comics. Then came the bonus items. And then… Jack, with a mischievous sparkle in his eye, held up a small tub filled with lime green goo. Oh no. I could feel it in my bones—he had planned something already!

Sure enough, about twenty minutes later, Alfie strolled into the kitchen, cool as a cucumber, and casually said, “Nanny, can you get this green stuff out of my hair please?”

There it was: the infamous slime, tangled in his blonde hair like some alien creature. I looked at him, then at Jack—who was probably hiding a satisfied grin somewhere—and thought, Of course  Alfie was going to end up with the goo, why on earth did I think he would not!

Thankfully, it wasn’t the super sticky and came out without any harm done, other than a lesson in grandkid mischief and the unpredictable world of comic freebies!  


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