Yours truly was unceremoniously thrust into a cold grey world. a world bristling with bombs, bullets, barrage balloons, bombers , bayonets and all the other instruments of war.
The midwife slapped me on the arse and if my dad had been around instead of loafing around the Western Desert she would have punched him smack in the kisser.
So today I’m 67 years of age, not as sprite as I was once but still in fairly good shape for and old 'un…not as good as I once was but good once as I ever was.
Been married but my wife passed on some years ago and I never found anyone good enough to take her place.
I have a son who has his own company, making soft furnishings. He’s doing OK thanks very much. I’m rather proud of the young sprog even though he supports bloody Leeds United.
I have a granddaughter living in Australia, not heard from her in heaven knows how long, I guess she’s just forgot about me:(
All considered I’v had a good life thus far, never really wanted for much so I guess I’ve also been lucky.
I live alone, well not really, I have Eccles my cat but he’s getting on a bit now and I dread the day when he decides he’s had enough.
So that’s moi in a nutshell.
You may all sing “Happy Birthday” to me and a few ecards would be nice:p
Happy birthday! How much do you remember about the 40’s when you were just a tad?
Your granddaughter hasn’t forgotten about you. She’s just busy living her life. Call her up, write, or whatever you like. She’ll probably be happy to hear from you.
I would sing, but that would frighten my dog and the Christmas tree would drop all of it’s needles in horror. It’s not even a real tree, either.
Happy birthday to youuuuu…
Happy birthday to youuuuu…
Happy birthday dear chowder
Haaappy birthday to youuuuu…
It’s not so bad having a birthday near to Christmas altho’ some people tend to just send one card and give one present, but hey that’s no problem at all, I’m just glad to be alive to get them.
I don’t remember much about the 40s but I do recall when the war ended, the parties in the streets with food we hadn’t known existed much less seen. I also 'member clambering over bomb sites looking for bits of shrapnel (found a belt of bullets one time, nearly crapped myself)
You can say what you want about Adolf but he had at least one redeeming feature, he bombed Old Trafford
I’d write to my granddaughter but she went to Oz never telling me or her dad where she was going. She went off with a bloke 22 years older than her, neither my son or myself have heard from her since she buggered off.
P.S. - I agree that your granddaughter is probably just busy with her own life and it’s easy to let time slip by whilst planning to write/call ol’ granddad tomorrow, next week, whatever. When I was her age I’d let four or five months go by without any contact even with my parents. So unless there’s some difficulty between the two of you, I’d imagine she’d love to hear from you.
Sorry, chowder. Obviously I missed what you had to say in post 6. But don’t give up hope. People mature and she may yet come back into your life at some point.
Happy birthday And I hear you re the granddaughter, I have the same situation only with my older son. I’d take it personally but he doesn’t even call his father who lives in the same town. Sigh. Whenever I get too down about that, I remember my younger son with whom I have a solid relationship. And if I get too puffed up about that, I just remember the older son. Kids!
