don't come knockin'

(news of grandma caru)


my daddy just phoned my granny (his mum), as he often does in the evening. she didn't answer the phone.
this had him quite worried, because she hardly ever goes out, and surely not without telling, and not on a winter evening long after dark. and bless her, she's 94 if she's a day. so he phoned her next door neighbour, a lady in her seventies, who kindly went and rang granny's doorbell. no answer. knocked a few times, no answer either.
and the neighbour seemed to remember she hadn't heard granny's TV going today (and usually it's on from morning to night, and very loud too, for her hearing isn't what it used to be).

daddy jumped into his car (his blood pressure at about 200, so was my mum's, and mine too, when she told me over the phone), drove to granny's, didn't bother to knock or ring - expecting to find her unconscious at the very least - but let himself in with the emergency key.

oh, granny was SO surprised. no, she hadn't heard anyone knocking or ringing. yes, she had heard the telephone, but couldn't find it because it was dark, and wasn't quick enough turning on the light, because, you see, the light switch is difficult to find in the dark, too. almost annoyed, she was. but in good health, thank you. yes, the TV was on as usual, maybe the neighbour's gettin' deaf.

it's my strong belief grandma caru will live to be 120, and then someone will wring her neck for ruining his nerves.