Let’s do this together

After years of driving for hours to see granny and grandpa in Norfolk, and then Cambridge, they’ve moved to a new house just 20 minutes’ drive away.

It feels strange to have them so close but I’m looking forward to popping in regularly and actually talking about something other than four-hour tailbacks at the Thetford roundabout.

I went over this week to help unload a carful of pictures at their forever home (this is the third in five years – and they’ve been warned if they move again, the family will seek power of attorney) when there was a loud crash of breaking glass.

It wasn’t followed by any swearing, so I assumed nobody was hurt. Bringing a dustpan and brush to help clear up, I asked what had broken. “Oh, just one of the ancestors,” said my sister-in-law Emm.

“It’s a sign,” I said. “Yes it’s a sign we didn’t stack it properly,” replied Emm, sensibly.

“She does look better without the glass, though,” said granny, sticking grandpa’s grandmother up on the wall in the hallway as he, understandably, didn’t want her in the bedroom.

Back in the sitting room, granny chose the perfect place to hang the painting of their son

David, my late husband, on the wall that overlooks the stream in their back garden.

David’s fishing in the picture, and I always feel when we’re close to water, he’s never far away.

Please keep your stories, memories and photos coming to siobhan.mcnally@mirror.co.uk or write to Community Corner, PO Box 791, Winchester SO23 3RP.