Wednesday is the day by Dad goes with my Granddad into a town called Poole for a coffee and to look in a few shops. Now I’ve finished my exams and have nothing better to do, I shall be joining them. Three generations together chatting about whatever subject comes up. It’s an amazing feeling.
I blogged a little while ago about said Granddad purchasing himself a computer and struggling to use the mouse, let alone do much else. Six weeks on though and he is asking me to set up a Youtube account! I love that he is now so computer literature. There are very few seventy-year olds who could do anywhere near as much as he can now do. But when I become seventy, all of us will know how to use a computer- in fact our entire homes may well run from one central computer. It’s weird how much the generations change from one to another.
Time to clear something up. My Granddad isn’t my granddad, in fact he’s not even a relation. He was actually my dad’s landlord when he first moved to the area and twenty year’s later they still see each other every week. To all intensive purposes he has been a granddad to me my whole life, taking me out to places, giving me money for no particular reason and the like.
So does this mean I have three Granddad's? No. My mum’s dad, my true grandfather, is actually in France at the moment. My dad’s mum and dad split up when my dad was six and my dad hasn’t seen him since then. My dad recently decided it was time to find out where he was and try and contacted him but discovered he died in 2007. So I never met my grandfather. It’s a weird feeling really. Despite never meeting him, I can’t help feeling sad for his death and in fact the never meeting him part is reason enough to be sad. The question to why he never came to meet me and my brother, or even re-find his own son, will never be answered.
I’ve kind of gone off on a tangent there but I have been planning to write about that for a few days but it’s not the sort of thing you can just through in. Back to today. We did the usual walk around Poole after having a coffee and I amused myself by looking at the bizarre DVD’s the charity shops house. Most of them I hadn’t even heard of. As I was in a hurry to get home to get to work experience, I was given the money to buy a Subway. I love that sandwich shop. Foot-long Subway Melt on Italian Bread, toasted, every time.
Barely ten minutes at home to get changed and I was out again, this time for work experience. I walked, along with a groups of kids, from the Junior School to the main town church which is a flipping long way in this heat. After the performance I have now seen about ten times I sat in the minibus in supervisor position as the remaining kids were ferried back to the school in two loads.
At the end of the school day I waited around whilst my dad organised the ordering of some new hockey sticks for the school- he does hockey there. I bumped into my Year 6 teacher who I made feel quite old by informing her I’m going to Uni in September. She taught me nearly eight years ago now, which is quite unbelievable actually. It feels like only yesterday. Year six was an awesome year.
Going out and doing stuff put me in a really good mood by the time I got home. I sat in the conservatory and read some more of the classic novel “1984”. So far I think it will go down in my top five books ever read, possibly the top one. It is just amazing. I think I might even devote an entire blog post discussing the ideas in it once I’ve finished it. We’ll see.
Throughout the day I was getting random texts from Facebook where people had commented on my status saying “ewh” or something along those lines. I have tried out an app called “Dr Pepper Status Takeover”. It does the Dr Pepper what’s the worse that could happen thing and posts an embarrassing status. Unfortunately it does this at a random time, by which point your no longer online, so you can’t change or comment on the status. It is very funny though as my status is currently: “tried my own earwax last night. Never again.” Not as disgusting as I thought it might have been!
It’s turned into a rather long blog today hasn’t it. Oh well, well done for making it to the end. Tomorrow, the beach and a BBQ (there’s lots of cider apparently!).