Hi everyone. I have so very much to post it will have to be in parts, so I'll start with the beginning... In late 2013, after a very windy stormy night, my mum rang up my grandparents to see how they were, as they had large trees opposite their house, and nanny always got nervous when it was very windy. It turned out that nanny had fallen over in the night on her way to the toilet, and my grandad (eeyore - another story!) had fallen over trying to get her up. Nanny didn't press her panic button as the chain was on the door (put on by social services...) so no one would be able to get in. In the morning she managed to get up off the floor, and called the neighbour to help eeyore up. My mum then drove up to North Yorkshire (which of course took 7 hours from Shropshire), and stayed for a week. Nanny deteriorated, and ended up in hospital, to a care home, and back to hospital where she was diagnosed with temporal arteritis. As eeyore can't boil a kettle, we eventually brought him home to us in January 2014. *by us, I mean me, my mum and dad - yes I'm the child who came home after uni and never left!!* When nanny was ready to be discharged, we duly drove up and fetched her to bring her back down to Shropshire. After a few weeks of them both being here, they decided they didn't want to go back to Yorkshire, and couldn't really manage on their own anymore. *previous to this, my aunt would do some online shopping for them, and visit every couple of weeks, but stopped letting nanny go to the shop with her "in case she fell"* Anyway, I put their house up for sale, and we slowly cleared it, ending up buying a 40ft container which luckily our neighbour farmer lets us leave on his land, which is full of their possessions. Long story short, we run a business from home, and have an acre of land, so with a bit of moving of buildings, we are building them a bungalow (5 adults in a 3 bed house, with 4 Zimmer frames doesn't really work at the best of times) I'll continue later on with a whole lot of verbal diarrhoea!