Grandpa.

This is Grandpa, not bad for 94! He lives in the residential home in the village. We went to see him today, I hate that home with a passion. It stinks or urine, the staff hardly speak english and they have no compassion whatsoever. Whilst one of the staff was moving him to his room (he's in a wheelchair) she caught and dragged his leg and foot underneath the chair. No apology just a huff and a shrug of the shoulders. I could have quite easily poked her hard in the back of the head, but I didn't, obv! And all it costs is a mere £26k a year. Robbing gits.

Anyway we had a nice chat with him back at his room and he managed to quaff 2 glasses of red so he was happy, although he referred to me constantly as a boy (?!) told Colin "oh you've got some fat now" haha!! So sad that he doesn't know who we are. We left and had a little cry.....

On the plus side, as we didn't get time to do presents yesterday we're about to start opening them now!!!!!!

Merry Christmas Grandpa xxxx