I got a Facebook friend request from youngest grandson yesterday. When I looked at his profile I was astonished to find he was married
Several things went through my mind
B*stard !
Didn’t invite me to his f*cken wedding and now the gobshite wants to be my friend ?
F*cken nerve !
His marriage wasn’t the only thing he’d kept secret from me. According to his FB profile, he’d . . .gone to college in London, lived in New York for a few years, and was working for a firm of chartered accountants
Then I thought, hang on a moment. O.K. I admit I wasn’t the best grandad in the world but I surely wasn’t the worst ? Why would he have cut me out of his life? Then it hit me. He hadn’t. I just couldn’t remember.
I’ve got Alzheimer’s !!!
How else to explain the mismatch between the well-educated, well-travelled, married accountant on FB and my most recent memory of him as a 9 yr old kid ?
