GRANDAD’S BITE

Grandad’s in hospital again.
He fell off his chair twice since he started using a cushion to sit higher so when he leaned forward falling asleep he tipped out onto the hard wood floor.
I wrapped a small piece of chocolate cake I’d baked earlier and took it, with today’s Evening Post, to Grandad who was already in bed.
I walked over and said, ‘I brought these for you.’
‘Thank you,’ he said.
‘I won’t stay,’ and got up to go.
‘Ok.’
He began unwrapping the cake and by the time I turned round to see him once more before walking out the door he’d taken a bite.