Our nan

Our nan was like a super hero in slippers. Wearing her cardigan as a cape and her skirt as a shield

Her hair was always a brilliant shade of white, each curl held in place with vast amounts of hairspray,

Our nan was always the first person you called in times of need, and she would offer her many years of wisdom weather you wanted to hear it or not.

Our nan didn’t only raise her own 4 children, but had a major impact in the upbringing of her 9 grandchildren, 12 great grandchildren & 2 great great grandchildren. Even if was just advice on potty training or getting children to eat their vegetables.

Our nan’s door was always open, with the majority of us each having our own key.

The walls littered with pictures not just of her children, but also pictures of old friends from darts.

Our nan never stopped, if she wasn’t in, she’s probably in the garden digging up the pond to turn it 90 degrees or maybe feeding the birds.

Our nan didn’t drink tea like most old people, she was a coffee & one sweetner type,

if you didn’t have sweetener at home don’t panic, nan always carried her own in her handbag.

Our nan never retired, working at Ascot for over 50 years in what she called her box.

Often bringing home spare crips and snacks for the family, and sometimes the odd autograph from which ever famous person she had been serving.

Seeing our nan in her arm chair was like looking at a queen on her throne, the daily paper open, and darts on the tv.

Our nan didn’t get into the internet but instead was a regular viewer of the QVC channel, that was her version of online shopping, her conservatory filled with things she insisted she needed.

Our nan was a collector of many thing’s ranging from crystal to China shows.

If anyone went on holiday, our job was always “right what thimble shall we get nan thus time?’

Our nan was a great cook, her signature dish being the Sunday roast, witch she often made for anyone who wanted to eat it.

Never forgetting the golden rule “if you don’t eat all your dinner you aren’t allowed any pudding”

In the words of our late grandad “goodnight nanny lassie and godbless “