A long but pleasant working day ending in my collecting my son from nursery. I received a call from my grandma (96) telling me she had a letter for me from East Riddlesden Hall. My gran lived and worked in the now listed building/museum in 1945 as a cook for the resident family with my Granddad. With my ghost interest she tried to help me get a foot in the door at the National Trust location. The letter turned out to be a contact name to approach but fingers crossed we can investigate eventually. My Gran has been asked to do a talk at the Hall in January about her time there for the people who meet up for coffee mornings etc. She is one of the last surviving people who lived there since 1945 was when the National Trust took over. 
My son really took to her today, telling her all sorts of ramblings that my Gran couldn't make out. She has finished writing her life story finally with photos. She had inspired me to start mine in the 90's and I did the first 20 years of my life so far and then met my wife to be and it all paused. I kinda knew that one day I would be single again even if it was through my wife dying and that I would work further on it. If not then there was always my diaries to fill in the gaps.