Manchester Airport, Manchester, UK
We are at the airport today to see granny off for her flight back to Perth.
One down two to go, I say, but the next two are going to be hard to shake.
It will be a little sad and lonely for me from now on because granny and I (even though she is really old) had a great time together laughing, tickling, and giggling our way around Scotland and England in the back seat of the Scoda while dad took wrong turns on the motorways.
But she isn't much of a conversationist. I goo-gooed, gaa-gaad and gibber gabbered to her for the past month and she hasn't responded once. She needs to either buy new batteries for her hearing aid, turn it up or by a new one because I didn't get any feedback from her at all. I may as well have been speaking to a fence post.
GOOD BYE GRANNIE! HAVE A SAFE FLIGHT HOME!
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