PROPERTY SECTION

I bought the Evening Post from the twenty-four hour shop on the Triangle after Sainsbury’s on the way to the hospital.
The lift in the Old Building is slow.
Grandad was sat in a chair next to his bed. He was doing a puzzle in the book of puzzles I’d brought in Wednesday.
He seemed pleased to see me. He looked well. I told him. I got a chair from against the back wall and sat down near to him. I gave him the paper. He turned it over to the back page.
‘They at home tomorrow?’
‘No. They’ve got two away games in a row.’
‘You think they’re going to make it?’
‘It’s in their own hands.’
He handed me the paper.
‘You want a quick read?’
I took out the property section and gave him the rest.