Herself tells me that today is Grandparents Day.

Not being one who believes everything she says, I went on the Interweb to check.

Fuck me but there is a lot of confusion about it. Some say that Grandparents Day is [was] the 3rd of February. Another says it was the 4th of March. The Irish Times claims it’s this month but don’t say exactly when. The Catlick Church claims the 25th of July. However a few places say that the 26th of September is National Grandparents Day. That happens to be today, so I’m quite happy to run with that one.

The day is getting on a bit, and I haven’t seen a hair of the grandkids yet. I can only assume they are preparing a nice surprise for me. I hope it’s something nice like a voucher for free booze for the year in the local. Or maybe they are going to announce that they are going to do all my gardening for the year?

I don’t normally go in for all this shite about Valentine’s day and Mother’s Day and all those other fucking days that were invented by greetings card companies. I am prepared however to make a generous exception for Fathers Day and Grandparents Day. Those two are definitely days worth celebrating.

So now I am waiting for the offspring’s offspring to arrive.

I hope it’s something nice and useful and not just some old stuffed toy or an engraved mug. Mind you, if the mug is silver, I will be able to melt it down and flog it, which wouldn’t be too bad.

I wonder what my surprise is?

I am waiting.

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Still waiting.

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Still waiting.