HOPE FOR THE WORLD

I am going to very boring now and do a bragging grandma blog. My grandson Morgan is a graduate trainee at one of the big banks in the City of London. Recently he sat the Chartered Financial Analyst exam level 1 which has an international pass rate of 34% and scored nearly top marks. One of his friends emailed him to say "Congratulations mate! You’re one step further to being qualified to wreck the world’s economy." This loving grandma thinks that he is one step further to being qualified to save the world's economy! It's all a matter of perspective.

Now I have another grandson who went an entirely different route. Today he 'phoned me from the French Alps where he us working as a chef for the second year running. He cooks like an angel, skies like a demon, wins awards, is a babe magnet and the apple of his grandmother's eye.

And yet another who graduated from Nottingham University with a maths degree and couldn't get a job in finance. Did he moan and go on the dole? Not on your life, he took a job in a cocktail bar, plays in a band, has a wild social life and doesn't ask anyone for anything. He is Mr Niceguy, loved by everyone including, needless to say, this loving grandmother.

Yet another is doing great at Grammar school and in the middle of taking his GCSE's. He is optimistic, intelligent and always has a smile on his face. I love him dearly and hope that life gives him happiness and all that he would wish for. He lives with his aunt. I would love if he would live with me but we are a bit rural and he has a huge circle of friends in town. In fact, if I had my way I would have them all live with me but I'm old and they need young people about them.

HOWEVER, my grandaughter and her husband were so concerned for me when Davy died. They thought I would be lonely and moved in with me that night bring with them my four adorable great-grandchildren. The house is now full of laughter again and I love it. Also the activity keeps me from getting sombre.

They had been planning to build a house on the plot in our garden (sorry I should have said "my garden". It's sometimes hard to remember that I'm not an "our" any more) but IF they do they said they might rent it out because they love living with me. Early days yet though, we do have a "get out" clause if we start wanting to kill each other!!

The other grandchildren are still at school and don't have their lives mapped out before them yet. It will be interesting to see the paths that they take in life. ..........And then there are the greatgrandchildren, but that's the subject of another blog.