My Grandad Jack is a legend. Growing up my Mum's father was a tall, friendly and funny man who seemed quite indestructible. Now he's 95 years old and in my opinion a medical marvel. My impromptu visit to Dublin last weekend was because Jack was in hospital... actually he's been in hospital for a few months now with kidney infections and related problems and it's been hard to find out exactly what's happening and how he's going to be. Last week it looked like he took a turn for the worst so I joined my Mum, Dad, Sister and Brother in flying over to the city of my birth to see him. I guess flying over I had prepared myself for the worst, but upon arrival I was amazed. He was awake, he knew each of us and not only was he able to talk a little but he was savy enough to tell my brother to get a hair cut! Saturday we returned to the hospital and he was sitting up by his bed munching away on grapes. The man has the heart of an Ox. Mum swears he's pickled from the inside out with Guiness, all that iron and those minerals fortifying him for later life ;) A weekend that began in worry ended in gratitude and a smile. I got to see my lovely Grandad and hang out with my family. We even had an in car rendition of the Disney songs of our childhood. Who needs a radio when the Trundle siblings are united? xc