Thursday, 23 February 2012

Bollywood


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! 
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