Orchids

You would think this would be all about actual orchids, but no. It is about my nana. Something you may not know about my nana is that she has a magical touch with orchids. She is the green fingered member of the family, unlike myself, I can’t even keep a cactus alive.

But I wanted to write this because, I am so very very proud of my nana. She may not believe it or realise it all the time, but I appreciate her being there for me. We don’t always get along and we bicker sometimes, but we still have a great relationship. Over the last couple of years we have really bonded since I’ve been living here.

I don’t know if it is a generational thing but she can go about things in a very inefficient way and that is normally the main cause for disagreements.

I am really lucky, she has good intentions, she does things for the right reasons mostly which means at the heart of it we get along. She is a good person, and I know we don’t always agree but she does have the best intentions.

So right now, being sat opposite her, munching on her sausage rolls with a cuppa tea while she watches bargain hunt I wanted to really remember this, this normality and stability that she has brought into my life. Something I didn’t have before, not when I lived with mother. But I appreciate her.

For Christmas, I got a shelf unit to help tidy up the kitchen to make some more space that I am sure she will fill with her kitchen gadget addiction to frustrate me. But for her birthday even though I am giving it very early, is a microwave that’s green because, it is after all, her favourite colour… my green fingered nana.

I hope she realises just how much she means to me and how much I want her to be happy and have a happy life even if that means tea and bargain hunt.

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