Well I get called Grain - a mis-pronunciation from eldest grandson when he first started talking. The family thought it hilarious and it stuck. I don't mind. I get notes and letters addressed to Grain. Another grandson does call me Grandma, and when I go up to see them and they meet me from the train, across a crowded concourse I hear "Grandma!" and he hurtles over and hugs my legs and I'm happy, happy, happy.
Giorgia Meloni Gives Trump Both Barrels!
Infuriated by this man's attitude




