Several weeks ago, Granny told me about a picture of a polar bear, which she had seen hanging in a local gallery. She'd fallen in love with it, but had nowhere for it to hang, and so had decided not to buy it. Several times over the next few weeks she spoke about it, however, and so I determined to visit the gallery and buy it for her.
When I arrived I couldn't find the picture hanging anywhere, and the salesperson confirmed that the little picture had been sold only hours before, to a small boy and his father. I could just imagine how perfect the lovely bear on his icy-blue background would look in a child's room, and knew it had gone to the right place.
But still I was disappointed that Granny would miss out. Seeing the look on my face, the woman offered to contact the artist and ask if he'd be willing to paint another similar picture.
One week later it was ready to bring home ... and after school the boys gave it to Granny.
She was delighted ... especially when she heard the story of how this bear was painted just for her.
So now it has been framed magnificently, and hangs in pride of place in the blue bedroom at the manor.