Grannie’s was always her favourite place to go on the weekend when it was raining outside. In the cupboard under the stairs there was a plain cardboard box. Inside, there was a treasure trove of fun.
Along with a selection of board games, which weren’t even plugged into the mains, there were puzzles, colouring books, felt tip pens and old photograph’s of all her family. Some were black and white, some were colour and some had yellowed with age.
It was a wonderful thing to spend hours in the front room, with a hot cup of milk, some ginger biscuits, and lots of laughter. Grannie was a bit silly sometimes and some of her sayings made Sarah laugh out loud.
”That referee ought to be certified,” she once said, while they were watching Man-United play in the FA Cup. There were a few words she heard, that her mum would have a fit if she said them out loud.
By accident, she once said it at school, and her teacher weren’t half mad – games privileges were lost, for a whole week. Grannie stopped saying it then, but would say it under her breath instead.
There were many things Grannie said, that Sarah didn’t understand, but it was nice to spend a few hours away from home. Especially when they argued about money, or the rate she went through school shoes.
Perhaps Grannie should be certified, but then Sarah loved her just the way she was.