For those of you not in the know, I think it is about time I explained who Granny is. You have heard many stories about her, but Granny is actually my Mummy, who my daughter – The Chimpton – calls Granny, which kind of makes sense. However, calling her Granny has kind of stuck and now we all refer to her as Granny. Great Uncle Bimbo, The Bears, and even I call her Granny even though The Chimpton is the only one who should actually be calling her Granny. I hope that makes sense because I would hate to have to explain it all again.
Our Granny’s behaviour is getting more and more erratic as the weeks and months go by. I will be the first to admit that she is not getting any younger, so I suppose it is to be expected. The list of things to include in these Granny updates is getting longer and longer. The other week, I pointed out to her an article in the Daily Mirror stating that people who have an active sex life are less likely to get dementia. You could see Granny’s mind working overtime on this one because, Granny being a single lady, she does not get much chance to indulge in the Kama Sutra.
As many of you will be aware, here at Jammy Toast our Granny is getting more and more erratic in her behaviour these days. She gets more and more forgetful and befuddled in her actions as the days and weeks go by. We know it is her age but it is getting to be a big concern, as she gets more confused and keeps getting things wrong. A typical recent example was when she had just put the milk bottles out. She could not find the front door key anywhere but it was discovered the next morning by the milkman – she had put the key out with the milk. This is just a recent example, there are many more.
Here at Jammy Toast, Granny drives us mental. She forgets everything, she gets confused and then argues with you and sometimes even accuses you of making things up. I would go so far as to say she is a complete pain in the arse. Despite this she is our Granny and well, she does keep us entertained with her comical adventures. However, not all people look out for elderly family members like we do. On 7th November 2015, Police and social services were baffled when an elderly man with an American accent was found lost on the streets of Hereford. He didn’t know who he was or have any ID, and furthermore, he was dressed in brand new clothes from Tesco. Tests at the county hospital showed why he wasn’t able to reveal his identity – he had dementia.
Here at Jammy Toast we are getting increasingly worried over the behaviour of Granny. As a few of you are aware, Granny has started getting befuddled lately. We know it is her age but it is getting to be a big concern, as she gets more confused and forgetful. Keys are becoming an increasing problem for her. She has lost car keys umpteen times because she keeps putting them down in unusual places. She then forgets where she leaves them. The last time was just after she had put the milk bottles out. She could not find the front door key anywhere but it was discovered the next morning by the milkman – she had put the key out with the milk!
Razzi is always a very polite bear. He maybe naughty but if there is anyone in need, then he is always the first to offer help. He has a good heart and is always happy to offer others assistance. Our Granny has not long ago had a knee replacement operation and is also suffering from dizzy spells which are a mystery to modern medicine. Granny wanted to get out and get some shopping in but was a little reluctant to go alone in case her leg started aching or she started to feel dizzy. Razzi stepped forward without hesitation to offer his help while the other bears looked on in trepidation. As many of you may already know, Granny has a bit of a reputation for being a little scatty so the other bears were a little reluctant to get involved in any of her hair-brained schemes.
The normal peace and quiet of The Bear Sanctuary was shattered this morning with the shrill hyena like cackle of Granny. “Oh No, what now” I thought. Granny flew into the room screaming, “What have you done with my key?” Yes, you guessed it; she had lost a key again. This time it was the key to her bedroom door. As I have mentioned before, she locks her door to stop me playing tricks on her by placing things in her bed (as if!) and now she was locked out.
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