There’s nothing to do here

So Nant is in hospital - no worries she had a infection and just needed pumped with antibiotics.

I hadn’t been able to get down before last night and I headed down and found the nurses station and checked which room...

I wandered over to the room and looked in... there were five wee ladies in bed and I stride confidently in...

I quickly rejected four of them and stood at the end of one of the beds and stood shocked to my soul. Bloody hell I thought; what the fork has happened to her ... she’s nearly deid ... in fact... I Mibby better check with the nurses.

Then the wee lady in the bed next to me said ‘who are you looking for dearie?’

I smiled over and said ‘Mrs G’ and pointed at the wee lady in the bed....

And the other lady said - ‘Mrs G’s bed is over there, she’s in the loo ‘

Oaft. I said. And waddled over.

When I told her about my mistake she was most irate with me despite me laughing til I cried about my case of mistaken identity... she was almost as annoyed with me for telling her to wait as she scrambled into bed so that I could grab a photo.

For 89 years young. I’ve never seen anyone clamber into a fenced-in bed with quite so much agility.

She also wasn’t impressed with the half measure of rhubarb gin I brought her... why would you bring that.... Ive never been a gin drinker. I’ll need to remember the Vodka tomorrow