Still giving it the eye at 89

Conversation with Granny in hospital this afternoon:

Hi Granny - oh, they've moved you down the end of the ward!  Looking forward to going home next week?

No, I'm not.  I like it here.


Oh, that's strange.  Thought you said you wanted to go home. You were desperate to get home last week.  What's changed?

Nothing.  Nothing's changed.

FIVE MINUTES LATER.

I can see through that window now they've moved me to this bed.  I can see straight into the male ward.


Ah.  Things are a little clearer to me now, Gran....