We’re in this week’s Kentish Gazette. How exciting!
The journalist who wrote the article was Chris Pragnell, who was in Gwen’s year at school, and whose sister, Charlotte was in my class. When he called her to chat, Ma recognised his name and remembered that his dad had recently had a book published. Despite technically being a city, Canterbury sometimes feels like a very small town!
The headline makes me smile; I can just imagine them in the office trying “Killer-gran-jaro” or worse, “Kill-a-gran-jaro”, before coming up with, “Thriller-gran-jaro”!
It reminds me of my lovely Grandpa – Dad’s dad. His name was Charlie Miller. He smoked a pipe, wore a bunnet (a flat cap in Scotland), and loved his garden. He was a man of few words but his favourite saying was, “silent like the p in swimming”, and he used to spoonerise everything. It was his thing. “Fifes and norks”, “chiskets and bees”, a “cack of pards”, and they even lived at number “torty foo”! If Grandpa knew about our trip I’m sure he’d wish us luck on “Miller-can-jaro”. It feels appropriate. Ma’s a Miller, I used to be, Oscar has Miller blood in him, and I certainly hope we “can”!
+++ Additional note from Sheila: I always enjoyed the “sharley boogers”! He liked going close to the edge! +++
