Mandy Hunt, 58, North London
I sighed as I heard my husband, Danny, 48, tell our little granddaughter,
Madison, three, about his time in the Army.
‘That’s why my chest is all dented,’ I heard him say. ‘A tank hit me!’ Madison stared, wide-eyed.
I looked over at my daughter, Gemma, 24, and we laughed.
I’d been married to Danny for nearly 30 years and I must have heard the same silly story a hundred times or more.
He’d told our four kids, Gemma, Daniel, 20, Stephen, 14, and Jamie, 12, the same tale.
But now they’d stopped believing him, so he’d moved on to telling it to the grandkids.
Of course, it wasn’t true…
Danny’s chest was concave because he’d contracted tuberculosis in his 20s.
Now, he had weak…