Breaking Bad, Breaking Leg, Breaking Hearts and Give Us a Break.

The wonderful grandson got home from university with a broken leg, he told the Sainted One that he had sustained it playing football. The truth was quickly revealed to the beady, seen it all grandma……. It involved something quite different in which a wall played a significant part. Boys will be boys, and at was the first term after all. He is way up there in the popularity stakes offering to pack all the Christmas presents whilst in the recumbent position. This is an almost industrial challenge. The Nipote came and agreed with my son that he thought I repeated myself quite a lot, apparently I ask people if they have been watching Breaking Bad. He then suggested that we have a Breaking Bad Quiz on Boxing day, I thought this was very amusing, he has a very drole sense of humour. ( yes spelling freak, out there I know that is probably the wrong spelling but shove it actually, because half the world is Dyslexic, and a lot of them like moi are writers.) We have editors you see, and after all they have to have something to do … “it is the duty of the noble man” etc … and snotty grammar policeperson ,you will know the next line of that won’t you ?… Clue is Bellock, you see how easy I made it for you. That’s the give us a break bit.

Now the breaking hearts bit, you will see the picture of my God daughter Summer Watson who sings like an angel you can listen to her on the internet. She broke a lot of hearts when she chose to live in L A. Before she went she made one of the most heartbreakingly beautiful CDs I have ever heard. Sometimes I think my own heart might break when I think of the challenges that face some of my beautiful children, I thought my heart would break when all my family died when I was young and I had a serious row with God. I said all I wanted was a family, and go look what you have done. He answered in a rather obscure way, as he does, by saying “ You want family , I will give you family , so many you will stop counting.” That’s what he did and I thank him for it…….. but I don’t understand how it all works.

The Sainted One does not talk about things like that, personal conversations are a no go area, but it’s necessary even for him to have an emotional, outlet and there is war at the moment, with the squirrels again. I greased the bird table stand to keep them off, but all that happened was that the dog licked it off and got a splintered tongue. I am of course responsible in some way for the unreasonable behaviour of all the wild life in our garden.

On Monday I took time out to have lunch with a very glamorous and clever woman whose life is so different from my own, it was very refreshing to get into another perspective, she has a forensic brain and a formidable memory. I trotted out the “Oh what tangled webs we weave when first we labour to deceive lines,” she finished it “ but when we’ve practised for a bit then we get quite good at it.”

We were talking about truth, that’s what she has to ferret out of people. You see Politicians always end up believing their own bullshit and so do people in witness boxes. Nelson Mandela did not, but his memorial was not fitting for so great a man. The ghastly “selfie” featuring three of our leaders is an example of bullshit what was Dave thinking? Kinnock’s daughter in law would not know any better but Dave, what kind of planet are you on? Perhaps they  were they all affected by the Nigerian nut case who was supposed to be signing for the deaf. Rumour has it he comes from Neasden, but this is no excuse.

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