Megan Street, 27, Solihull, West Midlands
Placing a nice hot cuppa on the table, I sat down with Nanny Val, then 82, my boyfriend's grandmother.
'What was Harry like as a kid?' I asked, sorting out jigsaw pieces.
Nanny Val beamed.
'He was my little man,' she said.
It was August 2020, and Harry, then 22, and I had met through a dating app three months earlier.
As we'd done laps of the local park on our first date, in the middle of the Covid-19 lockdown, he'd told me all about Nanny Val.
'She has dementia so can get confused,' he'd told me.
But it was clear he totally adored her, so I was chuffed to meet her at last.
As we did the jigsaw, Harry and his mum Debbie,…