Except, in truth, that's only half of it. He makes use of it by popping up on my iPhone multiple times a day to deliver a bout of doom and gloom in which I see nothing on the screen but his chin.Īll my friends are a little afraid of him and are never quite sure when he's joking. Most new technology is referred to as "those bloody things", except for FaceTime, which he has recently taken a liking to. I'm not worried about him seeing this post because he doesn't trust computers and hasn't even grasped the concept of the internet. He calls me and my siblings up most days to tell stories punctuated with rants and numerous "bloody hell"s. He's an eighty year old man who likes to complain about anything and everything: youth today, UK politics, my dad, the weather, technology. My grandad is the very definition of curmudgeonly. And isn't that the best any of us can ever hope for? It's always hard to lose someone who has been such a huge part of your life from day one, but please know that he died a happy old man, peacefully, surrounded by his family. Thank you to everyone who commented about this review and about him, but it seemed wrong to not let you know. Update: I had planned to leave this post as it is, but after seeing the continued kind responses, I thought it best to inform you that my grandad passed away just before Christmas.
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