Another Centenary

This time, it's one hundred years since my Thame Granddad was born. He could be a gruff old so-and-so, but I still miss him. Whenever I hug or kiss A on holiday when he hasn't shaved, I'm transported right back to their house and Grandad scrubbing my face against his bristly whiskers. Funny what scraps of memory are still lodged in the brain...