|My paternal grandfather in the caravan|
Once upon a time my maternal grandparents and my paternal grandparents went away together for a few days. They stayed in a caravan owned by an aunt and uncle of mine and within a very short time they were all thoroughly fed up with it. Caravaning was not for them!
However, as a thank you, my maternal grandmother had given my aunt and uncle a mouse she had knitted. It lived in the caravan from then on. And when the caravan was sold and made way for a new one, the mouse just moved house.
Then came the time when my aunt and uncle did no longer like trekking halfway across a campsite to find the nearest toilet, especially in the middle of the night. Their age is starting to limit things. The decision was made to sell the caravan and not get a new one.
My aunt looked at the mouse and thought: what to do with it though? She had a light bulb moment and decided to give it to me as she knows I knit them now. A couple of weeks ago she arrived with the uncle and mouse in tow and gave me the latter.
The mouse never had a name and I felt it had to be rectified immediately. So, I named her after my grandmother: Janny.
From now on, Janny will come with me on walks and cycle rides. Keeping me motivated and chatting my ear of about all she has seen while living in the caravan.