Sunday Bloody Sunday

Posted on October 29, 2006
Filed Under Football, Life |

Life has a fantastic way of kicking you in the balls. Just when you think everything is going rosey fashion, something comes along and shits on the windscreen of your happiness.

In my case, that particular seagull came in the form of an early-ish (8am) telephone call from the hospital where my Grandad is informing me that he had fallen during the night and had hurt his arm. He was due to be discharged tomorrow after 3 months in hospital with a broken hip and we were all excited at his return, not only for his own sake but also due to the fact that running back and forward between hospitals every night (and I mean EVERY night - and twice a day at weekends) has basically started to eat at the very fabric of all our existence. I also had the joyous task of telephoning my Mother, who as an only child has been hit hardest by my Grandfathers hospitalisation. Add to the fact that my Grandmother has dementia and the whole stress of the thing becomes apparent.

My Grandmother regularly forgets where he is, gets into a panic when she can’t find him or sets the table for dinner for him coming in from work which is obviously quite worrying as he retired 23 years ago (he’s 88). She phones each of us sobbing maybe 7 times a day and we felt that to get him home would pacify her enormously. Sadly it was not to be and we are plunged back into the nightmare for I’d say at least another month. Morale is obviously very low in our family right now.

We will however get back up, dust ourselves down and continue because as the song says “Only love will turn you round”.

In other developments this weekend , I attended the Hearts v Dunfermline game at Tynecastle. The game was overshadowed by the latest craziness by Hearts Lithuanian millionaire owner Vladimir Romanov. Truly this man has lost the plot. I don’t care much for repeating the story here for those not in the know but I’ll let Auntie Beeb elaborate :-

The whole sad tale courtesy of the BBC

Whilst shopping for wardrobes this afternoon, the kind gentleman in the shop informed us that the wardrobes were in fact made in Lithuania. Funnily enough, I told him where he could stick them. Politely of course.

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