We had just settled down to watch the "Sarah Connor Chronicles" when my mobile rang. (After 9pm, that's just really unusual, when I'm not going out). It was my brother... who never rings me (except on my birthday or to stress about what he should get for other people's birthdays. There are no birthdays approaching).
He was stressed. He was just finishing work and had spent all evening trying to get in touch with my Granda, and just kept getting an engaged tone on the phone. Where was our Mam, he asked? "London," I said - "at some posh awards do with work". "What should I do?" he asked. "Go and see if my Granda's ok", I said. "I don't have a key", he said. "Knock on the door", I said. "Oh", he said. "I can't, really, I'm home" he said.
I'm afraid this didn't create a terribly sympathetic feeling from me. The rest of my family all live around Sunderland. I live in Manchester. Absolutely, I could go and see if my Granda was ok... but it would take me over two hours to get there.
"I've got the girls", my brother said.
So, I rang my cousin. "I've had a drink," she said.
"I'll ring my Dad for a lift," she added.
Twenty minutes later, the phone rang. It was my brother: "Granda's fine - nothing to worry about". I texted my cousin to thank her for going.
She rang me ten minutes later.
My cousin had arrived in Granda's street. There was no light from the house. She feared the worst. She put her key in the door expecting to find my Granda collapsed or worse. She was praying he would be alright. She opened the door.
There was my Granda and my brother having a can of lager.
Obviously, my brother had decided he had to go to check. I hadn't realised that when he rang.
My Granda is 87 - he's going to outlive the rest of us.
2 comments:
He's going to outlive all of you especially if he keeps giving you frights!
Glad he was o.k. My grab gave us a few of those turns when she was alive. its good to know you care about him.
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