I used to really worry about him when he was little. He used to just sit in the corner with this stupid look on his face as if nothing was happenning in his brain. I thought he had problems, but then he got better as he got older.
Born in 1930 Nanny Beryl could never have predicted that she would end up eventually living with her eldest son, his wife and their two daughters by the sea-side. This is a blog about my nan. She probably is no different to anybody elses nan however it's only living with her that I have come to appreciate that she is unpredictable, and hilarious and my sole aim with this blog is to document what she gets upto and some of the Nanny Beryl things she comes out with while she is living with us. Too many nans go un-noticed.
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