Cannot think of a better title.
Today has been a really long day; was going to write all about BBQ shenanigans at SBS (complete with sunburn, potato salad, chopping up own hands with kitchen knife, and me and Kayleigh riding on the bucking sheep in our chef whites - was spectacularly useless at this!), and the fact that I am at home on a Saturday night for the first time this year, stone cold sober and enjoying it.
But I feel that that would be really weird and wrong considering I've just found out that my Grandad has just gone into hospital :'[ Apparently he fell down the stairs and has cut his head open and there was lots of blood everywhere and the ambulance have taken him to the John Radcliffe. My uncle has gone to the hospital and mum's looking after my Gran and my cousins. I'm so worried and scared. My Grandad is so old and so ill with Alzheimer's. I just feel so sad for him because he will be so scared; he won't know where he is, or why he's in pain, or who anybody around him is. I've been crying for ages, and I rang Sam up and cried at him for quite a long time and spent a lot of my credit, but never mind.
He's got to be kept in hospital over night at least, and I don't know whether he's going to be ok. I'm guessing we won't be having our 87th birthday meal for him tomorrow though. :'[ Please be ok Grandad, I love you xxxxx
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