Not-so-gullible
Around Easter 2006, my grandmother began to lose her marbles, and by the autumn of that year she was in secure kennels, having lost all contact with the world around her.

Like my mother (qv), she had been vulnerable to the odd wind-up while she was compos mentis, and I saw no reason why her mental degeneration should get in the way of that.

My parents and I were going to spend Christmas at my brother's, and we popped in to see her en route. While we were there, the carers told the residents that they'd be having a Christmas meal downstairs soon. On the whole, this was met with blank looks. But something twigged with my grandmother. "Downstairs?" she asked, puzzled.
I confirmed that this was to be the case, and that they'd be able to get downstairs because the first floor of the home was on hydrulics; the whole thing'd be lowered down to ground level.

My grandmother looked me in the eye. For just a second, she was stone-cold sane, and was having none of this.
"You are a daft bugger," she said.

They were her first coherent words for 18 months, and, as far as I know, the last sensible thing she said before she died.

Not so gullible, after all.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 26 Aug 2008, 11:28, 3 replies)

lol, bless :p
It's a horrible thing seeing your gran go pear-shaped; me gran had a stroke (the brain type, not the cock type) and couldn't speak at all after that.
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Tue 26 Aug 2008, 11:32, closed)

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My g/m kept talking - but mainly bollocks. She once spent the duration of a visit telling us that it was "British Bread Week".

Oddly, though she kinda lost the ability to recognise her family, she always remembered by brother's fiancee/ wife, whom she'd only met a couple of times...
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 26 Aug 2008, 11:53, closed)

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My grandmother was nasty to my mother for as long as she knew her, until she went nuts. Then she was lovely.
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Tue 26 Aug 2008, 13:51, closed)