Kind of... I went to visit my Grandfather in May for his birthday, (and mine), and unbeknown to Grampa; I was accompanied by my Dad and my Uncle Alan. To make the most of his birthday surprise we staged our appearances. The first thing Grampa saw when he rocked up at the airport was me sitting in the above pile of luggage. His disbelieving response was "You're not as good at this travelling game as your dad used to be..." but he bought my story about there being some unclaimed baggage I liked the look of and I managed to keep a straight face so everything was on track so far. As Grampa was loading the luggage into the car, which was already quite full with Aunty Vicki's shopping from the day before, Uncle Alan walked over and said G'day causing him to stop dead like a statue to the amusement of Aunty Vicki (who was in on the plot) and myself. Just as Grampa was recovering from that shock, Dad walked up behind him and asked if we had room for one more. Grampa started speaking gibberish at that point and only returned to speaking English once he had been assured that Uncle Bruce had not come as well. 
5 comments:
Awww that's a cool story!
Bless your gramps!
:o)
Hi Zac ~~ Nice post and a great celebration for you and Grampa (he is my
brother) It was good for you all to be there together. Take care, Merle.
Hi Peter.
Hi Zac, I'm pleased to say I'm fully recovered now, love that luggage.
Marcus, I've gotta stop doing this it's getting too easy, did you mean conquer????
hey,just to answer your question about April,yeah it is April from Busso.April Kara - such a star she is!!her family were one of my adopted families while i was in busso - amazing family!had many adopted parents over there who fed me loads - amazin!ha ha!lookin after the random irish chick!
That's such a great story Zac, didn't know the bit about the unclaimed luggage though, you are so much your father's son.
I do love the way you write, love you too nana
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