Scatological septogenarian.
In the period shortly before my grandma went into the care home, she had real trouble living in her house alone. Added to the fact that a stroke had brought on rapid senile dementure she was confused to say the least. Besides having home help and a family member there every day, she would often call during the night when she needed help with anything.

So came the night I answered her phone call and volunteered at 2am to go help her put her slippers on. "Simple enough" thought I. "Get her settled and tucked up in bed then come home for a spliff before geting my own coffin-lid down" thought I.

Imagine my surprise when I entered grandmas house to see shit smeared all over her bed, two doors, dropped on the floor etc. "Have to get back-up, can't cope with this" thought I. I reached for the phone, only to find that it too was smeared in human excrement. I didn't have a mobile and there was not other handset in the house. I had to use it, in a contorted 2-fingers-and-dial-with-pinky way, to summon my mother, trying to tell her (without inhaling whatsoever) that it wasn't just Gran's slippers that were loose.

Before she became ill, my grandma had the type of evil, twisted sense of humour that would put most b3tards to shame, so.......

Was she just a confused senile old lady who needed help after an embarassing accident?

OR

Was she the most evil pooh-pooh prankster ever, claiming her dirty revenge on all those family members whos nappies she'd changed in previous decades.

You decide......
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Thu 13 Dec 2007, 14:28, 1 reply)

no2
quite literally, i think the dementia thing is an act, a kind of fuck you to their kids and grand kids, i personally intend to be an evil (though secretly loveable) old man
(pogo_it, Thu 13 Dec 2007, 14:33, closed)