A blog for heart matters and natters.
It is exciting watching our Grandson learning to read. Being able to translate black squiggles into words must be amazing.
Especially as he has jumped two levels in a a week.
I remember the first book I read instead of a comic - it was an Enid Blyton compendium. Fantastic little stories.
Accidentally my mobile phone dropped out of my pocket on the bus.
Unfortunately the bus was on its way to the cesspit that is Bristol. So it was stolen. Some months ago someone had dropped their phone on a bus and I handed it to the driver. It is the way of the world that is a rarity nowadays. There is so much scum around these days.
It is a real pain having to get a new phone and replace all the programs and passwords.
