tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post5485207737672815903..comments2024-03-26T11:27:35.814-07:00Comments on Tom Stephenson: Not going - againUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-49323612790963313512013-06-26T15:36:17.855-07:002013-06-26T15:36:17.855-07:00Well she's there and happy. Now I am waiting f...Well she's there and happy. Now I am waiting for the rescue call, but I have all weekend for that, and since there will be 200,000 people heading this way on monday, I hope she will find an alternative...Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-77215247340182658642013-06-26T10:15:30.314-07:002013-06-26T10:15:30.314-07:00Will she care. Will she 'L' - as long as i...Will she care. Will she 'L' - as long as it's got 4 wheels and she gets there. Home your green eyed little darling has a (safe) and wonderful time. You'll probably worry about her all the time she's there. That's what Grandads do.Mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08604864977387798470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-56084190489020369182013-06-26T07:22:58.882-07:002013-06-26T07:22:58.882-07:00There was once a child-finding device (in the USA)...There was once a child-finding device (in the USA) called 'The Little Bugger'. Maybe ole Green eyes should wear one. <br /><br />Yours, Mr Grumpy Old Person.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-25931742573642732652013-06-26T07:07:44.838-07:002013-06-26T07:07:44.838-07:00I remember running ragged for my son - and that wa...I remember running ragged for my son - and that was before the days of mobile phones. Well done you to make a stand. Why not creep into Glasto without her knowing - in that crowd the chances of meeting are pretty slim,The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-10670885373903997782013-06-26T06:09:22.694-07:002013-06-26T06:09:22.694-07:00Grinning from ear to ear. I have the added luxury...Grinning from ear to ear. I have the added luxury of confiscating phones and issuing them on an as needed basis. My lot need to show up on time or walk. As I explained to my grandson about missing the school bus, he will walk, and at a swift pace can cover the seven plus miles in a couple of hours, missing at the most two classes. Your method of dis-embroiling yourself from the drama is nicely effective, too. Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-60739912259699465442013-06-26T05:03:31.486-07:002013-06-26T05:03:31.486-07:00I didn't know till now that being a grandparen...I didn't know till now that being a grandparent might be stress too - I am still dreaming of becoming a soft, friendly deary, spoiling my (not born yet) grandchildren... "Boundaries" I set for my son - now it's his turn (though I understand that if you had an important appointment, you must be firm too). Changing or not making any plans: I think that is ... YOUTH... and makes life so...unpredictable, and exciting. I think deep down you are very, very kind, and she knows it (and one look from these green eyes and you do what she wants - under protest, of course). Brittahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com