I think tomorrow is going to be quite an emotional day. I'm going to visit my grandparents' grave, something I've wanted to do for a long time. Every Christmas and a few other days throughout the year I go back to Wales to put flowers on my maternal grandparents' grave, which is near my father's - both have tidy plots and headstones which have always been kept neat. This was previously down to my mother but now that she's well into her nineties she can't manage the hilly churchyard - so, I do it. I've always wondered where my second set of grandparents were resting, but none of the family seemed to remember. Over the last couple of years I've visited the big cemetery where I expected my grandparents were buried, trying to read old weathered stones but with little hope of ever finding them. So, I bit the bullet and contacted the cemetery office. Yes, they're there, and there isn't a stone. They are buried together. Yes, they will take me over and show me the precise location - in fact they've marked out the plot ready for my visit. It's the young man in my avatar.