Bollywood
I’ve been told by the mother I’m not allowed to call her
grandson Grem anymore in case it sticks :)
When I was a teenager my mother’s advise was merely traffic in the way
of me doing what I wanted. It was
annoying, loud and took a long time to get past. Now when mother speaks I generally listen and
often go as far as to ask for her opinion.
Therefore I revert to his chosen name Daniel, who this morning looked
rather fetching in his cuddle robe whilst getting ready to visit his cuz.
The two bus journey to my sister’s house is the perfect time
to either think or read a book, today I chose to do the former. Honesty that hurts still hurts less than a
lie. I don’t know if it was the song I’d
been playing (same girl, R. Kelly and Usher) or the fact that I’d been reading
about relationships but my mind was stuck on how some people seem to have it
easy no matter how much rubbish they do.
I can’t claim to be innocent and anyone who can should skip life and go
straight to heaven as they obviously have nothing to learn. I learnt in my teens to be honest because lies and secrets always come back and bite you in the bum!
After all the contemplation I spent the day watching a Bollywood movie with the sis, her
sis-in-law and the children. I love
Bollywood movies and wouldn’t mind being the star of a real life soppy Bollywood! On a low note my Godson decided he could run through
walls so I got a message from his mum telling me he was in A&E. Thankfully he is ok even though the hospital
had him waiting for hours because they lost his notes!
