No doubt you've seen these humorous images doing the rounds of Facebook of perhaps you've seen them on cards in shops, or been sent one. Today this one was posted by a friend and it reminded by of my maternal grandad.
There is a family tale from way before my time, in fact the tale's a vague memory from my childhood, about grandad and his solution for reading words he didn't know. He wouldn't struggle over the word or try to sound it out; he wouldn't look at the context and try to figure it out; no, he'd quite simply replace the word he didn't know with wheelbarrow.
Can you imagine?
Once upon a time there was a girl called wheelbarrow who lived in a castle with her wheelbarrow step sisters. She wore rags and had to clean and wheelbarrow all day long. One day her fairy wheelbarrow visited her and turned her into a wheelbarrow so she could go to the ball....
You get the idea.
It's been a lovely reminder of the man who I only have a few memories of; the other being him tinkering in the garage with his model boats.
What's your favourite memory of one of your grandads?