Gran’s visit was full of laughter and joy. She was delighted to learn that Miss Finch, her old neighbour, was telling stories to the youngsters at the library.
“I think she makes half of them up, but she’s a natural teller of tales,” Gran said.
“I put my head around the door the other day…she had them all sat round her in a semi-circle and every single face was turned up to her as she told them about the time she was on fire-watch duty in Leeds during the Blitz,” I said.
“That’s one of Maggie’s best stories,” Gran admitted.
Although Gran spent much of her time out and about during her visit, we still saw a good deal of her and, as we’d promised, we took her to lunch on Bank Holiday Monday. Harry had recommended a pub on the way to Leeds, so Gran drove her car and I followed at a more
