"Grandma, why does Grandad always get my name muddled up?" Luke asked his Grandma Grace politely as he sat cross legged on the wooden floorboards infront of her. She paused for a few moments, like she always did after a question, as if she was memorising what she was going to say. She drew a deep breath as she glanced across the room to her husband Olly, who was fast asleep with a newspaper layed on his chest. "Where do I begin?" She thought out loud.
