No one told me that grampa is coming to town, until I called my mum tonight and was told that he is here in town, at my cousin's place, with my aunt and uncle. I was delighted, but was pissed that no one bothered to tell me. Uncle's reason - you would have found out from your mum anyways.
That aside (family...grrr!), I quickly made my trip down to my cousin's place (lucky thing I had a cancelled dinner date) to see him, and he is as healthy as ever. And he is 96. Probably has more energy than I ever have. Still have not managed to learn his secrets. Tongkat ali? Don't think so!
I love my grampa.
On to cancelled dinner date. I have to ventilate. Should I tolerate this thing when it happens again for the umpteenth time? What is it with Virgo men that they cannot tell you in your face that they don't want to go out with you right from the beginning, and rather they make your hopes go soaring, only to douse it at the very last moment (worse still, sometimes they just let you stand in the cold). Not one Virgoan, but three already. All the same. Anyways, I gave him a chance to make a come back, and he blew it on the first try. That is it. This baby is done with that one. You can kiss my tushie goodbye.
2 comments:
Where is grandma...I remember her massage on my neck when I was over, eons ago with my aunt and grandma! My grandma passed on last year so did my grandpa. And the Virgo man?
cancelled dinner dates?
buses and trains, darling. buses and trains!
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