Well today has been a proper carry on. I got up this morning as usual to discover my grand father was still in his bed which is not usual at all. Because of his early morning attitude towards conversation of any kind I was loathed to disturbe him so made sure he was breathing and then went downstairs for breakfast which was still being prepared so I went outside just to see what the weather was like and to get some fresh air. I'm still barred from helping out with kitchen work or I would have given Cindy a hand. When I came back in I could hear my grand father kicking up a fuss which surprised me. Not because of the fuss but the fact that he was downstairs. It seems he had come down wanting someone to help him but when someone offered he just complained and screamed out in pain and threatened to passout and just generally being all dramatic which I found ironic considering all the times he's accussed me of being over dramatic. Anyway Ms Oliver came then and she made him sit down while she called a doctor or someone like a doctor who asked a load of questions and then decided to send an ambulance to take him away, until she found out where we live so then changed her mind and said we should get him to a hospital to get checked out by a doctor and have some tests done. So it was decided that me and Ivan would have to take him to the hospital - oh joy! We didn't get back until after 10pm So we missed the Christmas Eve tea party but at least now we know that grand father has food poisoning - no, it wasn't me! He's saying that it's caused by the cheap pork pie that Ivan got instead of his usual one! Of course it couldn't have anything at all to do with the fact that he never washes his hands before eating or anything like that.
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