I’m not one to presume too much of anyone, least of all, our Speckly Woo! But it’s probably fair to say that she knows her grandparents well enough. I mean, apart from recognising us by our physical features, she’s well aware of the parts we play in her young life.
Nan’s the one who helps her out of those awkward ‘girlie’ moments, when underwear just doesn’t do what it says on the tin. Nan fixes the odd snack and magics a wet-wipe out of nowhere when jam tarts leave their mark. Nan kisses bumps and bruises and, when requested to make a ‘Peter Rabbit’ from Play-Doh, produces something guaranteed to have no truck with Mr McGregor.
I’m the one who Speckly Woo! advises to act his age. I’m the stooge in many of her exploits and also the one who constantly negotiates the release of Captain Hook and the crocodile from the ‘naughty tub’. I also convert quite nicely into a slide, a swing, and a climbing frame. No spanners required.........yet!
The above portrait of the doting duo was recently committed to a sheet of A3. At the end of a long day, this is probably just how she sees us. Faced with a month of election fever, this is now how we see ourselves. That’s me, on the left in blue and that’s Nan to the right, in red. Confusion reigns supreme. Perhaps that’ll change after we lose the ‘mohicans’.
© 2010, copyright Martin T. Hodges