I spoke to my grandfather tonight for the first time in eleven years. It was a very strange experience. The last time I set foot in his house, I climbed up the fire escape in the middle of the night, bundled a number of my grandmother's most treasured belongings into a sheet, and made my escape, humming the theme to Mission Impossible the whole
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I'm so glad you're freed from your childhood fears.
*hugs*
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It really is a good feeling. I'm so used to living my soap opera cum Greek tragedy that it sometimes seems inescapable, but this section has been well and truly cut down to size. And not before time.
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See that's exactly what I *wish* I could say about mine. Because there's *so* much I admire about them - their drive and achievements - but they're just such bitter angry people.
*takes your hugs and revels*
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