Growing up, my mum's parents lived diagonally opposite the end of our street.
Pop died when I was about eight but I was in my late 20s when nana died. Apart from a couple of years she lived in that house built by pop.
I can't remember a day going by they we didn't stop off to share a cup of tea, a chat or just say hello and give her a kiss and a hug. It was part of our routine.
My mum and my family live a four-hour drive apart. I would just love to be able to drop in for a cuppa some time during the day - after walking XY7 to school, in between errands, whenever.
I just had a dose of mum. She stayed with us for six days but went home of the train this morning.
I have to readjust to not having her company and sufficing with talking down the phone to her instead. I never realised how far away a four-hour drive could be . . .