I wasnt very happy when Mum told me that Granny and Grandpa were coming to live at our house, which is in a little village in the country. When they lived in a big house near London, we used to go and stay. Granny would cook nice meals, and we used to go up to the middle of London sometimes and visit the London Eye and the zoo or the shops in the West End. But when Grandpa got dementia, Mum said they should come and live at our house as we had a self-contained two-bedroom flat they could live in. She said the last tenants were a nightmare. If Granny and Grandpa were living with us, she could help Granny keep an eye on Grandpa. What with not going to stay with them near London anymore and having extra people in the house, I wasnt really sure that was what I wanted.