As per my previous posts, my wonderful 95 year-old nan was finally allowed out of hospital on 2nd Jan.  On Saturday, she was feeling a little perkier, so my mum decided to finally pretend it was mini-Christmas.

My nan has a little radio next to her bed that she listens to LBC on every day.  For some ‘old person’ reason it isn’t a mains radio, it’s battery-powered!  So, for a silly present, my mum and dad had bought a great big long vacuum pack of batteries.

As my mum handed it to her, she said, “This is a bit of a joke present mum, and be careful as it’s a little heavy.” My nan took one look at it and said, “Is it a vibrator?”

Once she’d opened it and my parents had picked themselves up off the floor, dried their eyes and re-stitched their poor spilt sides, my nan said, “I don’t know why on earth I said that – I don’t even know what one looks like!”

Oh I think she knows. I think she knows.

She’s still totally switched on. She’s still sharp as a tack.  Unfortunately her little old body isn’t wearing up quite as well. She’s been very ill since coming out of hospital, but has been crying at the very thought of going back again – which she needs to, but still wouldn’t actually cure her.  So we have to respect her wishes and not take her back.

Yesterday the doctor said that it could be a week, or it could be a miracle and be a month.  I’m off to see her tomorrow to drink her and all her loveliness and funniness up.  And I wont let her see me cry at all.

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