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We hope his granda will forgive him for this little bit of poetic licence and downright honesty.
 



My Granda


His name is Neil and he is medium in both width and height. He has grey hair and a white coat. He is very rich and owns a factory, two houses, three cars, a bit of an airport, a forest and lots more. My Granda buys me comics and sweets too. When he was young he used to give my Daddy a hard time. One time he chucked a brush at him. Mark  (my Daddy’s brother) was in the way and the brush broke over his back.
Granda spends a lot of money on his hair but he only buys shampoo and wax and not dye. (God knows why!) He also has a collection of old antiques like. One time he had a priceless mandolin, he loved. One evening he put it on a chair while he went to the shop. When he came back he forgot it was there and sat on it. The effect it had on my Granda was not a pretty sight.

He likes to bet on horses but he hardly ever wins. There is a horse called by his middle name "Cornelius". He doesn’t like beer or alcohol so when my Dad hears him coming in he hides the booze. I think this is stupid because he smokes cigars and that’s worse. And one more thing he always sneers about the police because he was fined for going too slow one day.

Neil (P.6)