Is that the Truth Granddad
Gwen Davis shut the front door and walked up the street. She had shouted to Trevor her husband that she was going but as usual got no response. She had about a quarter of a mile to walk to her grand fathers cottage at the other end of the village it was a nice sunny afternoon so it was no chore and she was glad to be out of the house.
Granddad Jack had lived on his own since her Nan died some seven years ago at seventy six, he was still fiercely independent and the fact that he now relied on help from others annoyed him beyond words. Having spent his working life down the coal mine's it had made him lean mean and hard. He stood just over six feet tall and weighed about 225 pounds. Take his shirt off there was not an once of fat on him, many men half his age would have liked to have looked as good as him.
A few months back he had undergone hip replacement surgery and it was taking some time to get full mobility back, So Gwen would pop in twice a week to help out she had been doing this since he came out of hospital three months prior.
Although he could be an erasable bad tempered old bugger he never took it out on his granddaughter Gwen and was always glad to hear her voice when she opened the back door and shouted "it's only me Jack."
Gwen would help clean the place up but Jack was very house proud and there was very little that needed doing. She would do the washing as this was some thing Jack found a little difficult. If she was in no hurry she would use his washing machine as that was the case to-day. The kids had eaten at lunch time and had gone out and they were quite capable of getting a snack if they wanted. Trevor had said that he was going to order a Chinese So they were all sorted.
In truth It wasn't necessary for Gwen to come as often as she did but she enjoyed the old boys company and they would talk about all sorts of things, Conversation that was something sadly lacking at home.
One of Jacks other traits was if he had something to say, offend or please he would say it. He disliked Gwen's husband Trevor quite a lot and never tried to hide the fact.
Even when he talked to Gwen he might say things like "Well what's old pot belly doing this afternoon." Or "I suppose old tired hands can just about manage to open another tin of larger on his own. Gwen would scold him for talking that way but it never dissuaded him. The problem was Gwen sometimes thought along the same lines but would never admit it.
Gwen had gotten marred three days after her eighteenth birthday eight months later she gave birth to a daughter Sara, two years after that to a son, Oliver. They were now eighteen and sixteen respectively. There was little or no prospect of her getting a job without getting a second car and that was out of the question at the Moment. Trevor had a half tidy job in Cardiff as factory foreman in a factory that made glass bottles the pay was good but not good enough to buy a second car. Sometimes she would sit at home and cry because she was that board and life was just passing her by.
Jack would had been married to Bronwyn fifty seven years that July had she survived but she had passed away far to young. After seven years he still missed her every day and he would sit down the bottom of the garden and talk to her. On one occasion he was in the kitchen talking to her when Gwen came in when she asked who he was talking to he replied just having a chat with your Nan as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world. They had only one daughter Gwen's mum Lisa, but she and the sack of shit, as Jack would call his son in law had moved away five or six years back. So that's why it fell to Gwen to help out when Jack came out of hospital.
Jack was a flirty old sod and he was always paying Gwen complements, He would say thing like you've got a nice pair of legs just like your Nan's. Or I would love to smack that bum of yours. or he would point to her bust and say you wouldn't get two of them to a kilo. It would make Gwen blush but she took it all in good hart and would tell him he should know better at his age. it did her ego good to know that apart from being Gwen she was also looked on as a woman.
Jack new that she was being neglected all the signs were there while she dressed nicely she did not put a great deal of effort into her appearance some times looking a bit dowdy, she had nice hair but it was only ever pulled back in a pony tail. As to make up she wore little or none but she did where nice perfume. She stood about five foot five about one hundred and twelve pounds had a nice figure but her choice of clothes never showed it off. Plus there was never any real sparkle about her and Jack thought that was sad.
On one of her visits she had left it latter usual before setting off and it was around six in the evening when she arrived at Jacks cottage letting her as self in
called out her normal greeting "Its only me Jack you OK."
"I had given up on you today I thought you weren't going coming." Jack replied
After making Jack something to eat and doing one or two other jobs they sat and had a chat, Looking at the clock she was surprised that it was almost nine o clock, and she got up to leave. As she pulled the back door open there was a tremendous clap of thunder and the heavens just opened up, The rain was torrential after an hour it had not eased not even a little. So Gwen Phoned Trevor and told him that he would have to come and pick her up. He whined that he was watching the football and that would be over by ten thirty would that be OK. Hanging up she sighed and said. "Fucking football."
