▶It was a cold, winters night on the 24th of December. A 64 year old, Harold Styles, sat in his armchair, flicking through a photo album, by the fireplace. "That was a really good holiday." He said absentmindedly. "Yeah, Grampi?" "Hm?" Harold replied. "Tell me the story of you and my other Grandad?" "Lucy, do you really want to hear it? It's not exactly a story for a seven year old." She nodded excitedly. "Well," Harold started, "It all began in 2010..."◀All Rights Reserved