Drove into London this morning in a blizzard of sleet and back again in sunshine. In between did a Tesco run in Borehamwood, stopped in The Suburb, parked at Highgate Hospital, met one of my Weekend guests (by chance)in the waiting room (will see him again later!), met a delightful young professor who confirmed that I am in dire need of a hip replacement (bone rubbing on bone) and PG will be done in February. Then I saw my lovely Mum and we laughed about our ailing bodies and remembered her wonderful Mum, my grandma Anne, who lived with chronic arthritis for over thirty years until her hip joints were replaced and she was finally pain free. Dad had one hip replaced as well and was able to play all his sports afterwards. Here’s hoping.

Grandma Anne and Sybil her daughter, my Mum.

Grandma Anne and Grandpa Charles

My grandparents took my brother and myself out often at the weekends but Grandpa always had to find grandma a deckchair on the beach or in the Rose gardens in Regents Park. He would walk and run with my brother and with me whilst Grandma Anne sat unable to walk with us. She never ever complained and I loved and adored her.