Forever friends

This magazine was on the table at the Dementia centre. It reminded me of my Nan, who looked after me a lot when I was little. She'd do the crosswords and puzzles and help me read the stories. If I don't watch my tongue, I can come out with the odd Nanism. Favourite evil but funny put down from her was "when you die, it'll be with a brand new brain. Heart of gold underneath the hard face though.