Friday 3 April
I thought I’d pay Grandpa a visit today as he’s been unwell and also to wish him Happy Easter. It would give me a chance to explain to him about typos and auto-correct. I should visit him more often. Grandpa says I’m the only visitor he has. Must tell Mum.
I arrived at the home at the end of lunchtime. The place was a traffic jam, what with all the walking frames attempting to exit the dining hall at the same time. First, I bumped into Irene and Hazel. Irene won’t leave Hazel alone and shuffles after her everywhere. Irene tells everyone she’s worried she’s going to be on her own.
I found Grandpa in his room. He must’ve pulled ahead of the peloton. He had one leg in his trousers, the other trouser leg hanging down, and his slippers on the wrong feet. I have no idea what he was trying to achieve. How on earth does he manage to send texts? Anyway, I sorted him out and asked him how he was. For some reason, that started a tirade about Arthur, who only eats mashed pumpkin, must have the milk put into his tea first, must have exactly the right fork, and, in his room, has to have everything folded properly and his shoes pointed in the same direction (presumably towards Mecca). Grandpa’s diagnosis was that he’s in the rats. After he’d got all that off his chest, I presented him with a couple of pairs of warm socks and a chocolate Easter Bunny and we had a bit of a chat. He seemed fine.
Came home and fell asleep on the couch.