When I was a child my grandparents used to live up the street. My Grandfather would turn up at our house everyday at 4.30 just a few minutes after I got in from school. It seemed I always learned something from him, everyday, he felt it was important to learn and he was only interested in the well being of the family… nothing else. One hot summer evening we were just sat in the garden, my Grandfather had a glass of lemonade and I had a Coke. Our daily ritual included me telling
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