Birthday No. 1 Blues #11 - Bucks Fizz - The Land of Make Believe

I am eleven years old and two terrible things have happened. Firstly, my grandad has died. The day before my birthday. He had cancer. He was a quiet, sweet man from the Valleys. He'd been a miner, a gas fitter, a builder. He once fell off a cooling tower and survived. He saw some serious action in the war and would never speak about it. Medals were hidden and memorials avoided. He was a doting…