WAR: A child's help for others
I just got a call from my five-year-old great granddaughter, Hollie Buckle, in Ashington.
“Granddad”, she said. “I’m packing up all my old toys for the children in the war cos they don’t have anything to play with.”
“That really is very nice of you,” I said.
“I’ve put my slippers in as well,” she said.
To which I said: “Your slippers, why?”
“Well you cant play with toys when your feet are cold can you,” she answered.
Brought a lump to my throat, it did.