wartime grandad
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English Coursework by Kiarnie camp He thinks he knows everything. Ever since Nan died all he seems to do is criticise me. It doesn't help that everything about being near him is so awkward. I've never really talked to my Grandad. He has always just been the gruff; purple-faced old man sat in the corner...there has to be a reason for his stubbornness. Blinded by my temper, I stormed up into the loft...and here I am hiding in the darkness. I often come up here, to escape from the world. I feel closer to my Nan; the warm scent of her perfume looms in the air. I don't even like lavender, but it's so soothing. Darkness overwhelmed the room so I carried a small torch. Whilst weeping over the lost memories of yesterday the light fell upon a smallish brown box. Not like one I had ever seen before,...


