My grammar is actually looking better than before she had the heart attack.

Oh, she’s still dottery and deaf and old, but somehow she looks healthier than she has looked in some time.

And instead of going on like she used to about how she is going to die soon, she is now talking about maybe sticking around until 90 and seeing in a few more birthdays and born days and weddings and whatever other family occasions not involving funerals that we might be able to throw her happy way.

She reckons her quick recovery is thanks to some freaky genetic regeneration powers, just like Wolverine in the X-Men.

And boy, you should have seen her get the claws out when one of my aunts suggested it was time to go into an old-person’s home.

Reeeeoooowwwww!