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So I caught several buses to visit Grampa John in hospital today. I haven't seen him in a while so I think he was pleased to see me. He seemed fine - just bored I think. He was perky & his jolly self, cracking daft jokes & telling stories. He's got to stay in to wait for the Docs to monitor his heart for 24 hours and then he can go home.
Nanna Rose & Auntie Julie turned up soon after I'd arrived. I didn't know they were going, so it was nice to see them as I haven't seen Nanna Rose in yonks and not seen Auntie Julie for about 6 years.
I went back to Nanna's after and we had a lovely catch up and some dinner before I headed home.
Mum, Dad and the kids then popped around the flat after. Mum's having trouble with her roof - the builders were in a few weeks ago to sort out her garage roof, but they fucked it up and cut a slice out of the house wall. The bricks have sunk in to the gap so now the window has sunk and the whole fucking wall could come down, or the house roof break off! Luckily, Mr Richards is sending out a builder (but the crap one who fucked it up) to fix it tomorrow, but Mum is stressing like crazy.
I'm a little anxious and shite about Russell. He asked me to ring him the day after I met him in Asda cafe, but I told him that it would be too soon and that I'd need a few days to think about it. But I just don't know when to ring him or what to say if I do. I really should ring him and arrange another meet up but I can't get up to his place because it's too far out in back-and-beyond (he lives in a static caravan ontop of a mountain) and it's too soon to be going to his. I don't want him to know where I live yet, or to welcome him fully nito my life, but at the smae time I feel bad for him. I just don't want him to feel paranoid that I didn't like him at meet up and want nothing to do with him. Yet, I can't help feeling that he didn't much thought to mum or my feelings, so why should I think about his feelings now?
I know I was planning on just seeing him the once and then moving on and not wanting to be a part of his life, but heck, that's easier said than done.
I don't understand why, but in a strange way I feel sorry for him, for hiding away and not facing up to shite. Y'know, he hasn't seen his own father, Gramps John, in years and years. Heh, let alone his own daughter, eh?
Hm.*dances*
Nanna Rose & Auntie Julie turned up soon after I'd arrived. I didn't know they were going, so it was nice to see them as I haven't seen Nanna Rose in yonks and not seen Auntie Julie for about 6 years.
I went back to Nanna's after and we had a lovely catch up and some dinner before I headed home.
Mum, Dad and the kids then popped around the flat after. Mum's having trouble with her roof - the builders were in a few weeks ago to sort out her garage roof, but they fucked it up and cut a slice out of the house wall. The bricks have sunk in to the gap so now the window has sunk and the whole fucking wall could come down, or the house roof break off! Luckily, Mr Richards is sending out a builder (but the crap one who fucked it up) to fix it tomorrow, but Mum is stressing like crazy.
I'm a little anxious and shite about Russell. He asked me to ring him the day after I met him in Asda cafe, but I told him that it would be too soon and that I'd need a few days to think about it. But I just don't know when to ring him or what to say if I do. I really should ring him and arrange another meet up but I can't get up to his place because it's too far out in back-and-beyond (he lives in a static caravan ontop of a mountain) and it's too soon to be going to his. I don't want him to know where I live yet, or to welcome him fully nito my life, but at the smae time I feel bad for him. I just don't want him to feel paranoid that I didn't like him at meet up and want nothing to do with him. Yet, I can't help feeling that he didn't much thought to mum or my feelings, so why should I think about his feelings now?
I know I was planning on just seeing him the once and then moving on and not wanting to be a part of his life, but heck, that's easier said than done.
I don't understand why, but in a strange way I feel sorry for him, for hiding away and not facing up to shite. Y'know, he hasn't seen his own father, Gramps John, in years and years. Heh, let alone his own daughter, eh?
Hm.*dances*