Four curses and a funeral…
It’s been a good evening, my Grandmother is in town from Scotland, she’s 78 and she’s still very very active and doing very well. I love her she’s great.
My uncle was discussed again tonight, basically we think he’s somewhat hopeless. He just can’t get his love interests sorted out, he was target of the four curses.
The funeral? It looks like my Great Aunt Margret isn’t doing well at all, she’s suffered several small strokes recently, she’s back in hospital, although she managed to fall and hurt herself. She’s 82, and not doing nearly as well as my Grandmother.
I got a shock when I discovered that I was in her will. It’s quite a creapy feeling, knowing that you will “profit” from someone’s death. I’ve always known I’ve been the sole benefitiary of my parents will, however, without wanting to sound evil, I know they’re not likly to be nearing death. My great aunt, sadly, is.
It’s really a strange feeling.
I spoke to Millie online today, it was strange and painful at the same time, it’s the first time I’d been in contact with her since we had our coversation last Wednesday/Thursday. It was wierd, it also hurts, I miss her still. Sigh.
Adios for now,
Peter.