So I got it (a bit reluctantly given the glitter all over it), and went to pay at the cashier desk. "Wow" the lady said in amazement, "You actually know someone who's turning 100?" "Why, yes" I said proudly, "my great grand-father."
He was born before WW1, fought and lost dear friends in WW2, grew organic vegetables and fruits before organic had become hip, and has the best strawberries and melon in his garden. He still has a wicked sense of humour, and is a bit of a role model to us all in the family.
Bon anniversaire pépé G.
Sweet post! you're a lucky grandaughter.
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