He loves me, he loves me not.

We all remember those days when we were really little. Picking up a daisy, picking off each petal one by one, 'he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me'. Or picking a buttercup, and putting it under someones chin to see if they 'like butter or not'. I miss those days where there was nothing to worry about.
Grandad had his operation. Got the results back from tests he had ages ago and it's all good :) Was going to see him but he wasn't up for visitors, so thinking of you grandad! <3