She was quiet for just a second, and then she said in a kind of soft voice: "I don't knit anymore. One of my fingers hurt too much when I do it, so I just can't do it any more." I just didn't know what to say - grandma has always knitted. It was one of those moments, I guess, when it just kind of hits you that they are growing old. Intellectually, you know it, but emotionally, you just assume things will be like they've always been. I just can't imagine a world without them, and strange as it may sound, my world changed a bit hearing that my gran is now limited in what she can do. It may not seem like much - but my grandma has always been big on doing crafty things - she's always been sewing, knitting, weaving etc etc, it's such an integral part of what she is.
We're going to the north for a few days when we go to Sweden this summer. It'll mean a lot of travelling, since we'll be driving back with my parents, but I think it'll be worth it.
In other news, I went to Whitby with two of my friends from work today. The weather wasn't the best, but it wasn't raining, and it was reasonably warm. We had a lovely day at the sea front, ate some fish & chips, went along the streets of this little town, which apparently is the place where Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. This might have been common knowledge to everyone else, but it was news to me!
Oh, and Andrew will be home next week. :D