there are some moments in life which are really hard. We visited Grandma Zilla this weekend, and whilst we did have a lovely time there were moments of sadness interspersed.
The weather was gorgeous, warm sunshine to bask in, but coupled with a nice steady breeze to prevent you overheating.
We went to the beach and the kids paddled in the sea whilst I set about damming a small stream that runs into the sea, in that manly father type way that we tend towards.
We then travelled inland a mile or so, traversing the hill and passing all the freshly shorn sheep on the way (some of whom have scant regard for cars, and will amble along the road at a pace to suit themselves, even shouts of “mint sauce” not provoking fear in them!) up to the stone circle*
* this is not in anyway on the same scale as Stonehenge etc, but merely a small collection of limestone rocks that have been put into a small circle with a diameter of about 12 feet.
My daughter likes to think of it as a fairy circle and imagine herself as one, dancing around the circle waving her magic wand.
All pleasant, happy things to do on a bright summer’s day.
Then certain moments can change your outlook completely: Grandma Zilla telling me that I shouldn’t get old, it’s horrible apparently.
I tried pointing out that the alternative to getting old isn’t much of a better choice: death!
She laughed, but she is clearly not a happy soul at the moment, her quality of life post stroke is not what she wants it to be.
I’m hoping it’s just a bad day she was having, but I sense on the phone soemtimes that things are not going great for her. It’s times like this that make living so far away difficult.
Godzilla Roars 
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