Been a while, hasn't it? Well, when I went to Brighton on Saturday, I decided to give my 'grandfather', Freddie, a phone call. I got the number off my dad, seeing as he was back at home, and I was in Brighton with my boyfriend and his mum and sister. So yeah, I phoned Freddie, and he wasn't there, so I left a message. (Well, actually I left two: I forgot to leave my number in the first one!) My dad then got an email from Freddie, apologizing for not getting my message(s) until later that evening, and telling us that he may have prostate cancer. We weren't really surprised - he's always having problems. Basically, he's written to say that he would very much like to meet up with me again for 'supper' or something along those lines. He also added that I have a 'very nice speaking voice'. :)
I literally have just read another email from him, saying that he'd like to take me out to 'supper' on Saturday evening - great. No Battle of the Bands for me then, eh? :(
Oh well - I suppose it would be good to patch things up. The only reason we stopped talking in the first place was because my mum told him where to get off because he's such a boring, controlling, self-absorbed bastard. Which I suppose he is, but he needs grandchildren in his life to keep him happy, so that's what I'm trying to do - keep him happy. And my dad, cos I know he wants me to speak to him. Just hope everything works out alright...
Yours with fingers crossed,
Hannah xxx
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