When I was a little girl I'd often stay home with Grandad while everyone else went shopping. What they might not have realised is he would send me to the shop with a 50p or pound to buy him a Mars bar and I got to keep the change and spend it on as many sweets as I wanted. It forged a bond of pure love between us ever since. After my granny died he would often visit us, first in Ontario and then when we were back in Scotland. Shropshire suits him though, with the occasional visit to his sister's in Liverpool. He's a little frail to make it out to Winnipeg so it was wonderful to see him back in May.
Many Happy Returns of the Day, Grandad!