Change

So, yesterday. That old boat I happened upon was hugely significant and here's why.
Yesterday I went to visit my gorgeous gran in hospital. For a moment I didn't recognise her, I was looking at this tiny, fragile, vulnerable old lady. It was only when I looked in her eyes that I recognised this lady as my nan. It was like a kick in the stomach, I see her so regularly that I've never really noticed her getting old. In my mind, up until yesterday, she's always been the feisty, stubborn, strong, independent woman I grew up with. I think in a wierd way I've always just assumed that my nan would be around forever, seeing her yesterday changed that and it's taking a bit of getting used to.
I had a good chat and a cry with my mum today and feel much better for it. Unlike that abandoned old boat, my nan is, and always will be, loved to bits.
I don't know why I wrote all that, maybe I shouldn't have but I think maybe I just needed to.

On a lighter note, I'm feeling a bit green around the gills. Something to do with a quite hideous amount of baby new potatoes with mint butter, chocolate cake with cherry brandy cream and Mario karts. Am I the only person who gets travel sick playing Mario karts?