Marks Grans Blog

My son told us a story the other day and it made me think of the film Finding Nemo.  I got hubby to dig out the dvd for me and I plan to watch it today while I iron shirts and stuff. My son told us he and his partner are planning a trip on their boat to 'The Heads'  to hopefully see some whales passing by.  Apparently at this time of year it is possible to see lots of whales moving from one area to another.  I believe they go between the Antarctic and Australia/Fiji.  Anyway, they had set out to do this last year and got to The Heads, which is effectively the gateway from Sydney Harbour out into open ocean, took one look at the endless ocean with no land anywhere in sight and said 'nope, too scary, we're turning back'.  I immediately imagined the scene in Nemo where Nemo's dad stops him from swimming 'off the edge' into the scary ocean beyond.  He's been sailing for much longer now and feels he may be brave enough to try again.  I'm not sure ...

Following on from last time, we were at the week from hell as I refer to it. I got a call from my mum early on the Monday morning to say there was something wrong with my dad.  Now to let you understand, my dad had been in and out of hospital at various times over the previous two years.  His mobility was awful, he went blind after a severe case of shingles affected his eyes, although that wasn't the main cause of the blindness it was the last straw.  He had five different things wrong with his eyes, not least a very dense cataract over each eye.  He got one removed but didn't regain much sight, really just more light, the consultant said there was no point removing the other one as there was no sign of any life behind that eye anyway.  The consultant said my dad couldn't have been more unlucky to have so many things wrong with his eyes, he said it would be unlucky to have two or three of them but to have five was ridiculously unlucky.  My gran, his mum, w...