When I had my first fag I remembered that yesterday was my Gran's birthday. I don't know if she's still alive, but she would be ninety-five. Then I started thinking about all my grandparents.
I didn't know my Dad's father, as he was killed during the Second World War. Unfortunately I did know Dad's Mum. Cold and aloof is how I remember her. She had a favourite son (Dad's brother) and a not favourite son (my Dad). That attitude was transferred to their children.
Mum's Dad was very difficult. When I was a kid I was frightened of him. He would turn on a sixpence. My brother and I think his head was messed up by his wartime experiences, and by what he came home to. I remember him as a really horrible, nasty man. Mum's Mum? A complete disaster. Weird. Penny pinching, materialistic and controlling. How did I get a family like that?
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