Elle: “Granfy – why are your face and hands so black and dirty?”
Tom: “Because I’ve been kissing the cat’s bottom.”
That silly little exchange happened a number of times as I was a young child, and never ceased to make me giggle. It is one of the happy memories I have of growing up. My Granfy (Tom Finigan) ran his own engineering business at the time… and used to come home covered in graphite. He looked like he’d been down a mine.
I spent a lot of time at my Nanny (Irene Finigan neé Emerson) & Granfy’s house as I was growing up – my Mum and I also lived with them for a time when we first moved down South… and I was rarely happier than when I was sat by his side… “helping” him with his crosswords… sorting his cigar cards (yes… I always needed to file things, even then)… watching Countdown with my Nanny… or racing about with their white Boxer dog, Rocky.
I was the eldest Granddaughter of the family… and spoiled rotton of course! I was their little princess, and they always had time to give me a cuddle, or tell me silly stories. Continue reading
As we speak… Alan is sat in the Temple Bar in Corralejo, with a well deserved beer in his paws… killing time before the 8pm Armas ferry back home to Playa Blanca. Apparently he has just tucked into a roast dinner, courtesy of John and Colin. Just as well I’m able to refrigerate the dinner I’d planned eh?! Moules Mariniere starter, and cebon steak main course for tomorrow it is. If you can get down to join us in meeting him off the boat… it gets in at 8:40pm – and then we’ll be nipping into Popeye’s Bar for a quick drinkie too. Continue reading