Hello Samantha,

There’s something very nice about a Saturday birthday, I think. No school, maybe a lie-in, and lots of time to enjoy the day.

Happy 17th birthday to you, dear granddaughter!

I remember, of course the day you were born, and how your little brother hit under the hospital bed! I’ve probably told you that before. Now I’m 82, I’m sure I start repeating myself.

How I wish I could see you, and know who you are, and what you look like. We are still here at no 1 next to the park.

But for now, as every year, I am sending good wishes, and lots of love, and hope 17 is a lovely year for you X X. 

From Granny Ruth