When we're growing up, we all have that person we remember, a person we never forget, a person we talk to other people about, a person we are proud to be a part of. I knew a man just like this... The man I knew, was proud to walk through Tesco with his gardening trousers held up by string and his egg buttie down his vest. The man I knew, was prepared to bribe me with a twix in the plough, just so he could have an extra pint or two... The man I knew, made the lumpiest red jelly - he thought it was my favourite. The man I knew, called me P.P. - Permanant Pest. The man I knew showed me how to fit new shoes on plants when they outgrew their old ones. The man I knew, positioned our new wendy house in the darkest, scariest corner at the bottom of his garden, forgetting his grandchildren were all under the age of 10 - the wendy house was never used, it is now a dog house. The man I knew, was always smoking his snout. The man I knew, was always laughing and he had the biggest smile I have ever seen. The man I knew - he was my Grandad. Forget Me Not xxx Jo xxx