Out on the town ...

The daughter has a friend who often makes plans with her, and then just before all these events are going to occur, has to cancel them. The daughter often has quite good plans of her own based around these events, and it is always a disappointment for her and the boys when this happens. The friend is well intentioned, but does it with consistency. I often think I should advise the daughter to drop this person as a friend, but the grandsons are very fond of her daughter and would miss her.

So the latest let down was a sushi party they were to attend on Friday next week. The friend has had to cancel it. So the boys, who she had told herself, were really disappointed about it. It was to be the highlight of their holidays. So I told the daughter I would take them to see Kung Fu Panda, a cartoon on a the cinemas. It is a really kids thing and loads of fun. However, when we got to the cinema, it was booked out, and there wasn't going to be another session of the movie for four hours.

The boys really wanted to see the new Will Smith movie, Hancock. My feeling was that it would have been better for the daughter to call that one. Will Smith is good with the one liners, but sometimes a bit over the top and the younger grandson is only nine. So I said, what about, Get Smart? Mumble, mumble, okay Granma, since you want to see it so badly. Say What?

So we waited about three quarters of an hour for the session, and saw Get Smart. Very good chuckle, a few rudy bits, but nothing that was even porno in it, just jokes. And these went right over the boys' heads thank goodness. Other than that it was a delightful movie, not stupid funny but much slapstick and good jokes. Some really hairy scenes that left you a bit on the edge of your seat. I heard the boys giggling at quite a bit of it. We all agreed, that while it was disappointing not to see Kung Fu Panda, Get Smart wasn't a bad movie at all.

So Granma has the brainwave that while we are downtown, we might as well do the grocery shopping. When Granma is tired, some of her brainwaves are more like high blood pressure and not very brainy at all. Grocery shopping with two bored little boys is not fun for Granma or them.

The old person has said, ring me when you are ready to come home and I will pick you up.

What I forgot about the old person is his great leaps of assumption. The phone has rung, therefore it must be me, he does not need to pick it up and answer it, but just to come and pick us up. Meanwhile we are a little concerned: has he finally died? (This is us, we don't get that lucky), Is he in the shower? (Not for half an hour he is not), Is he out mowing the last of the horse's grass - again? We go downstairs (this is with a loaded trolley) again and, lo and behold, there he is.

I've been looking for you, where have you been? Ringing you. You should have known I would just come.

Is any of this logical to you? Now you know why I have high bloodpressure. Even my doctor is concerned about this.

Let me know when it is okay for me to go insane ...