Sitting on her great grandad’s lap, my little girl was all smiles as he bounced her on his knee.
Kaylah, then a year old, screeched with laughter as he tickled her.
‘Be gentle with him, love,’ I joked with her.
‘Grandad’s getting old!’
‘Don’t be silly,’ my grandad Mervin, 70, smiled.
‘I’ve got all the energy in the world for this one.’
It was January this year, and Grandad, my mum Karen, 47, dad Brian, 49, and a few of my close friends had come over for the evening.
It was the first time we’d all been together since Christmas.
It was a full house, and my fiancé Connor, 22, and I had cooked up a feast.
Now, chatting over the dinner table, I was so happy to be spending…
