So, Tuesday then. Well so far so good, mind you it is only 10 past nine in the morning.

I found out last night that my grampa was a green beret commando. He didn't like to talk about the war so this was not something I was aware of previously.

He was an ace old guy my grampa, funny and kind and gentle and yet he has actually killed people. What a crazy world it is.

He died on Saturday from complications with his heart after an operation. His funeral should be on Friday, he was 83.

I'm finding out things about him now that I didn't know before. Like he was awarded a whole host of medals but he didn't believe in that kind of thing so he never collected them.

He gave his green beret to one of his aunts when he was young. That's a shame, I would have quite liked to have had that.

My Gran's going to give me his watch. I'll treasure it forever.

Well I don't really know what else to write today so i'll sign off just now and try and remember to add more tomorrow.