It is a quiet Sunday afternoon at Casa Anderson. I have been doing some admin and am now blogging before I make the dinner. James is reading the paper and in the background we are listening to Brad Paisley. We are going to his concert in London in October, which I booked on the spur of the moment a while ago on the basis of one or two songs that I really like, but I actually know little of his music so I thought that I had better do my homework! Brad is not disappointing me, his music is as lovely as his voice. Ally, Cat and Davie are out and about, shopping and playing mini-golf, and we will have dinner together later.
Earlier we were up at the hospital to visit Grandma and she was telling us that James’ Aunt May (to be accurate she is a first cousin once removed but has always been known as his auntie) had been in the hospital but had now gone home. She said that she had spoken to one of May’s daughters. We weren’t too sure of this because yesterday Grandma asked me to contact her mother (who died in the 1970s) because she had been “out all night”and would be worried. However I sallied forth to the nurses’ station to check out the story, and in fact Aunt May was indeed in the same ward, in the very next room to Grandma! We quickly grabbed a wheelchair and a genuinely heart-warming reunion ensued, the two ladies were holding hands and Grandma was smiling and laughing with joy. May’s daughter Margo and grand-daughter Katie were also there, and we all had a good chat. It was the most successful visiting time ever!
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