“I’ll just give this a lick and a promise”, my grandma said as she quickly mopped up a spill on the floor.
It was just the way my nana used to be, sporting as always, the mad orange and brown flowery pinny.
She wore it everyday – come rain or shine. Although, it’s nearly Christmas now, and she’ll still be outside of a cold winter’s morning, scrubbing them steps. I wonder if Grandad ever saw her out of it. He was always rolling his eyes while she darted about with a duster.
“She’s got ants in her pants”. He used to say.
It always made me chuckle. I helped nana make foil Christmas trees in the afternoon. Her lounge was always sparkly, glittery and larger than life.Ornaments were tear shaped and I would always find remnants of blue tinsel when I got home afterwards.
I miss em both terribly now…