I am now an eco granny – having given up my van and I’m now using public transport – complete with bus pass in hand. As I prepared to go out I could hear the wind howling. It reminded me of a poem by Spike Milligan, that I learnt many years ago. It still brings a smile to my face now, even more so because I am now a granny myself.
I googled it to remind myself and found it at Spike Milligan’s Page
Through every nook and every cranny
The wind blew in on poor old granny
Around her knees, into each ear
(and up her nose as well I fear)