Eyes Wide Open

I went to see My Granny today. She's not been very well and she was in hospital when I arrived. I heard her before I saw her; 'everyone's been SO kind', 'this is the BEST hotel I've ever stayed in'. Then she saw me and I was promptly and loudly introduced to everyone on the ward; 'This is my GRANDDAUGHTER. Isn't she GORGEOUS?' It is impossible not to laugh. Our conversation was conducted at an ear-splitting level. She was so grateful for the kindness of the nurses, but was loudly and vocally angry at the transport service who had kept her waiting for a lift home since 3pm on Tuesday (she finally got home at midday on Wednesday). 'I've written a letter - It's a DISGRACE!'

She's 101, the fact that she's even able to pick up a pen is a bloody miracle, let alone fire off stinging letters to hospital chiefs.

It was lovely to see her. I'm very glad she's alright; 'I've had three pints of blood - I'm a NEW WOMAN!!' but, honestly, I'm not sure if there's anything good about living to 101.

These eyes open and shut outside the Wellcome Collection on the Euston Road.