Grandpa.

Today would have been my Grandpas 100th birthday.

Happy birthday Grandpa.

He was a funny, sharp, interesting man, and I must say, I miss him.

When I was younger I used to play "hair tuts" with him. I'd sit him down and use my fingers to chop his hair. His, um, limited hair. (Yes, he was bald with a few tufts here and there.) Certainly never bothered my young self however.

The first time he was introduced to my husband (then boyfriend), I said
"This is my boyfriend Fitch."
My grandpa laughed and said,
"If they call him Fitch, what do they call you? Bitch?!"
Charming. But we laughed.

Every Christmas for every year of my life he would sit in the chair by the window and fall asleep after the Queen's speech, with a paper hat on his head and his mouth wide open.

We always pinched his custard creams because he would pretend to be annoyed.

He used to take us to the airport to watch the planes.

He loved Emmerdale.

The day before I had my fourth child, my first girl, I waddled in to see him in hospital. It was the last time I saw him.

He stayed on until I had my baby, then died a few days later. He never wanted to reach 100 and he certainly didn't want to receive a card from the Queen if he did. Humble, funny, interesting.

Happy birthday Grandpa x