So, things have been a little quiet around these parts recently. After making such a fuss about wanting to post more regularly, and really try to make a go of this little blog of mine, I ended up not being in the form for blogging all week. You see, my mind was elsewhere. My granda was in hospital.

Before I start waffling, he's fine. He had complained about pains in his knee for months before finally going to the doctor. Instead of there being a problem with his knee though, it was his hip. He needed a replacement. Months of travelling back and forth for consultations, coming off his medication, going back on his medication, and admin mix ups meant my granda was kept waiting. Last week, he was told it was going ahead, and went into the hospital a few days early, to come off his heart medication again before the operation.

My granda is truly one of the best people I know. Quiet and reserved, who wouldn't dream of letting anyone seeing him without his hair combed. He would do anything he possibly could for anyone. Never without a kind word or some helpful advice, he's always been the rock that held the family together. Growing up next door to my grandparents for most of my life, I truly learned how dependable and strong he was. He built my parents extension, giving them a kitchen and proper bathroom. He plastered the entire house. When I moved in here, he built a fence to block off the unruly jungle of a back garden. He'd come over to fix curtain poles and doors, never a complaint. He'd drop off bags upon bags of blocks for our fire, early in the morning, before Caelen and I would even be awake. I remember when I was younger, and he'd bring me to car boot sales every Sunday. And fishing too, when I was that way inclined. No matter how busy he was, he always had time for the people he loved. 

The last few years have been tough for him. A triple bypass, a couple of strokes and now a hip replacement, and it still hasn't made him want to stop. Visiting him yesterday, and he was complaining. Not about the pain, or the fact that he had the procedure with only an epidural (Yep, he was awake and fully aware while they were sawing out his hip!), but that he hadn't been able to garden in ages. He's itching to do some pruning, or weeding, or whatever it is that green fingered types like to do. 

Now, things have got to change. He's not the same man as he was, even a couple of years ago. It really hit me yesterday how old he was after getting. He's been told by his doctors that there'll be no more plastering, or painting, or building. Gardening will be kept to a minimum. But the very fact that we were told there was a very big risk that he wouldn't make it off of the operating table is something to celebrate. He will be pain free and, hopefully, around for many years to come. It lifts my heart so much to think that Caelen has the opportunity to spend so much time with his great grandparents, something a lot of people aren't able to do. And he, in return, loves his Nanny Joan and Granda Michael, and not just for the odd biscuit when we visit!

So, yeah. That's where I've been. Waiting for news, going to the hospital, coming together as a family.  Now that he's on the mend, I'll be blogging more regularly again.


  1. His hair is amazing! What's his secret? It's such a shame that he can't keep on top of his hobbies. I'm not very clued in on the topic, but Bonsai trees are supposed to be very rewarding. They require mad pruning but are small, so he could do it from his chair. Just a thought!

    1. He went completely white instead of grey, so it's his pride and joy. Head and Shoulders and regular combing is all he does haha! I'll have to look into a Bonsai alright, I actually almost picked one up for him last week, but since every green thing in my house dies, I'll wait until he gets out of hospital!