Beautiful Shortbread
As a child I was lucky enough to have a Grandparent living with me. My Scottish Grandfather. He was beautiful, elegant, funny, and ever so slightly deaf, which he regularly used to his advantage. When ladies from the Derby and Joan Club telephoned, he would politely let them speak, pull the telephone away from his ear and shout, ‘I’m really sorry, I cannae hear a word you’re saying’, place the…
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