“Blonde makes you look like a tart. I don’t like it! It makes you look pale. It’s not you. My Chels doesn’t look like this!”
Cheers, Grandad. This is as close as a compliment I’ll ever get from him. He never likes what I do to my hair. When when I wear makeup he hates it. Because, it’s not the way his Chels looks.
For the past year, my Grandad has become overly protective. I’m sure if I seen my Dad more he’d be the exact same. I don’t know what’s with him. I thought as I got older he would mellow. But, nope. Same, old Grandad who likes to wrap me up in cotton wool.
I wondered why, he was acting well weird. Then it hit me. It hit me like a ton of bricks. He simply doesn’t want me to grow up. Who does want any child to grow up? Every since I was little, I’ve been a Grandad’s girl at heart. It’s always been me and him together.
My parents worked full time shifts. So, the only time I ever got to spend with them when I was little was evenings for a couple of hours and weekends. So, I was at my Grandad’s a lot. My sister however went to her Grans because if either of them had the both of us they wouldn’t have coped. Not that we was bad or anything. Just lively and we kind of got in to everything.
Anyways, I always looked up to him. He taught me a lot about the world whilst letting me get away with murder at the same time. I was allowed to eat whatever I wanted. Mainly, because I’ve always been a fussy eater and I’d just sit and cry if anyone forced me to eat something I didn’t want to.
As, I gotten older I still visited my Grandad just as much as I did when I was a kid. At the minute, I’m currently living with him. Even though, I always get “Your going home this week, I’ve had enough of you!”. He’s said this for the past five weeks now. I think I’ll go home at some point. I’ll probably end up coming back the next day though.
I think when I go to University, it will be harder for me then what it is for him. I’ll miss the “Pass the wotist on the doofer” and always knowing what to pass and where it was.
He’s a character. Proper once in a lifetime Grandad. Funny and very over protective. But, if he ever was to change and mellow out. I’d have him up the quacks in a heartbeat.
Me and the man himself. My Grandad.