My 94 year old aunt is in hospital. They don’t know what’s wrong with her which is not great, I suppose but she seems comfortable enough.
I schlepped down to Cork to visit her. She was moderately pleased to see me (not as pleased as she had been to see my sister who came the day before with the Guardian) but quite tired. I sat by her bed for a good while as she dozed. I had an opportunity to overhear another visitor speaking to a pretty deaf friend who was also a patient on the ward. The visitor was a member of the 1966 hurling team which won the all-Ireland and broke Cork’s 12 year drought. He seemed in pretty good nick notwithstanding his age. He was reminiscing with his friend about the All-Stars in his day – an award for great players. He said, “Remember it was sponsored by Carroll’s cigarettes then”. O tempora, o mores.
Anyway my poor aunt is still in hospital but she seems to be alright despite the absence of any real diagnosis.