Hi There,

Well, As I said previously, I will be continuing on from the last post and about the some of the things he has said or done in the last four years.

This was all starting from about 2007 since he moved in. 

We had kitted out his little cottage nicely and made sure he was comfortable there. We left some old books that he had with him at the farm, added in one or two items from the snooker room / bar and and some nick nacky things. he used to have this gimmicky item for the bar which was made out of glass. It was a bar man on top of a barrel and my grandpa loved this item for some reason. He would always twist it, put it down and listen to the tune it played. It lasted for many many years until he moved here and somehow managed to break it. 

My grandpa had an old school cellphone that worked perfectly fine as we all know many of the older generation could not stand the new technology! He sort of knew how to work it but to try and get him to keep the phone on.... impossible! Otherwise he would make phone calls to his brother in Parys and his other late brother in East London. When we got the phone bill, Yikes. he would phone atleast six times but doesn't always mean the call went through luckily. It could be quite stressful because on weekends we had free minutes so everyone took advantage of that and used the sim card but sometimes someone forgot to put it back then it would cause a fight because no-one remembers who had it last.  My mom and I got into a huge fight because she assumed I had lost it but I went to go search my grandpa's cottage and I found it in his cupboard. We had no idea that he would be able to take out that tiny little thing but somehow he managed. 

After a while he finally lost it so it was okay because he didn't notice that the phone was no longer working. 

We still leave the phone there because he says he still phones everyone! even though it's not charged.

He went away to his brother Robin In Parys and he was supposed to stay for a week and only ended up staying I think the weekend. My grandpa would phone us every five minutes asking when we were going to fetch him and he just wasn't coping staying there on his own. We knew by now he was getting a little worse... Although he would have a few good days in between the bad.

To be continued...