Dear Die-ary...

Haha, all this month I've been writing every day, except for the 9th. Thought I'd point that out for no reason.

Well, today I went to my Nan and Grandad's house. I went there because my Mom said they needed company and Nan was going... a bit... mad? She was seeing people who weren't there (don't think she's hallucinating because she's basically blind) and was saying strange things. So I went there and after a while, when we left her on her own, sitting in the armchair that she sits in more or less 24 hours a day, she started wailing and saying she 'wanted to go home'. Um, ok. It worried the hell outta me to hear her like this, I mean, come on, in the movies you just think "Oh, ok, they've gone mad. Oh well." But I can tell you, in real life it's one of the most weirdest and worrying things you'd ever come across. What the heck was she seeing?? What did she mean by... 'home'?? I decided to go off and play monopoly while my Mom was talking to her about... anything.

We hadn't gone far into the game until my Grandad left to go tend to Nan. I followed after, but I was ushered out of the room. While they were doing... something... I went to explore the small bungalow. I went into my favoritest place there, the conservatory-thing. It brings back memories of when I was about 7 or 8 and I would 'go up to London' on the excercise bike, and 'lived in a flat' with Grandad. I had... a very strange mind then. Every week I'd play that game, or I'd play the 'tiger game' where I was a tiger, got caught and lived in a zoo while being fed on jelly and blancmange. ...Yes. ANYWAY, I seemed so BIG in there, it might have been that I've grown a little since I was 8 or it might have been the fact that there were dirty big chairs in there. I don't know. But I managed to find some old magazines some guy gave to us when we bought some Amiga gear (including the ever-so amazing game 'Elf' from Ocean... god bless the creators of that game! I could play it for hours on end!!). They were called 'Input' and were magazines about programming, and I particularly liked the games section. I wonder why? Soon enough, I was dragged outta there. My Mom was going, and wanted to know if I was coming now, or she'd have to pick me up later. So picking me up later it was.

When she left, I wished she didn't. Wails emerged from the living room, and Grandad had to soothe Nan. I went exploring again. I found some strange diaper-looking thing on the floor. I grabbed a walking stick, and soon found my hypothesis was correct. Yummy. I quickly left the diaper alone and went into the spare bedroom, to find more junk to play with. I found some old photos of them, when they were about 20-25ish. There were year-old bags of flour, and some excercise equipment. I found a giant sponge-like thing on top of an old TV, but decided to leave it alone, seeing as it had brown stains. There were dolls, teddy-bears, radios... but I could still hear wailing and crying and it was driving me even more insane than usual. But Grandad rescued me and produced a tape-measure. I have discovered that I am still 4'10", maintaining a record of that height for about 3 years (maybe more). I also descovered 5'9" is very big and the tape-measure's tape reaches about 16'.

Soon, Dad came. Nan started wailing as Grandad had left her for a few seconds, and Dad immediately rushed over to her. The conversation was quite amusing from my point of view, with shouts of, "You WILL see a doctor," followed by a slurred, "No, I don't want to." In conclusion, she's seeing a doctor tomorrow, I think, though she's oblivious to that fact.

Oh, what a shame it is to leave that house so soon!