Craic On

The Grand was on his second babycino of the afternoon when he had a lightbulb moment: “Granny, I don’t think you can see very much can you?” “You’re right,” I said. With just a hint of caution he suggested; “Have you thought of wearing glasses?” “It wouldn’t help,” I explained. “Not shades on your head but glasses on your face like Mummy.” “I have tried it….” I began “Because then you could give me your huge hoover.” He’d just split the atom. I’m glad the Grand knows what he wants to make him happy. If it’s playing hoovers with a long cane I’ll go with that. He makes me happy. I’ve been thinking about what it takes to live a good life, to be happy. A good nights sleep is the holy grail. I like to go to bed early because early nights bring early starts and that’s the best time of day. There is nothing like laughter. The Old Bag and I laugh together all the time. Last week I answered the door to her with the words, “Is that a tractor I see before me?” We were hot on the heels of Neil Parish’s parliamentary