My granny is ninety five, a great woman for her age.

God love her, she had a fall and broke her hip. She can’t look after herself anymore so she’s gone into a nursing home. She hates it. We went in to see her the weekend.

• I want to go home
• This is your home granny
• I mean my own home
• You can’t love
• Why not?
• Because you can’t look after yourself
• Yes I can. I’m well able
• But you had a fall. You could fall again
• And you could get run over by a bus on the way home Bernie
• You need someone to take care of you granny
• I can take care of myself
• But you can’t granny
• This place is full of old people
• Some of them are younger than you
• Are you saying I’m old?
• I never said that
• I am old though aren’t I Bernie? I should be dead long ago
• You’ll always be young at heart granny
• A young heart is no good to an old body
• And you still have it all upstairs too
• That’s no use to a body that’s giving up on me. I’d be better off dead
• No you wouldn’t
• What use am I to anybody in here?
• You still have your family granny. We need you
• No you don’t Bernie. You have your own family now.
• You’re my family granny. I love you
• I just want to go home Bernie. I want to die in me own home, in me own chair, surrounded by me own stuff
• You’re not dying granny. You’ve loads of life left in you
• And sure what use is that to me in this place Bernie

Aww Granny   😦