Harry just saw this picture and said, “Is it Grandad Nincompoop’s birthday?” And I said, “Yes. Well, it would have been if he hadn’t died.” Harry said, “Well. He can celebrate his birthday in Heaven.”
I don’t believe in Heaven and neither did my dad, but, you know, it’s quite nice to think of him up there, riding a Harley (I have no idea whose bike that is in the picture, but it wasn’t his) and generally making a nuisance of himself.
Harry’s standing next to me now and has just asked, “Are you writing a book about Grandad?”
I said, “Maybe. Do you think that’d be good?”
“Well. He’s not going to be able to read it in Heaven… but you could send it to him!”
“How would I do that?”
“You just put it in the post and put ‘To Heaven’ and the postman will take it straight there. Easy!”
In other news, it’s eight years today since I started blogging. Blimey. A LOT has changed in those eight years…