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ONE day recently when I was looking after her, my granddaughter, four-year-old Amelia, decided to ask me: ‘How old are you, Nana?’ With a smile, I simply told her that I was 77. With a look of horror on her face, she said: ‘Oh, Grandma, how did you get to that big number?’ ‘Not easily, my darling!’ I replied. Mrs Frances Murphy, Gartcosh, Lanarkshire.