The Adventures, Mishaps and Musings of Me

Within the first five minutes of my Grandma coming to visit me, she instantly starts telling me all about her busted knee operation.  And, if that wasn't wonderful enough, raising her summer dress to give me a good look at the area of thigh in question.  Now, my Grandma is a large blubbery whale of an old woman, and out of all the things I wanted to see just before dinner, an exclusive viewing of my Grandma's wrinkly rolls of post-operation leg fat was lower on that list then a puddle of vomit.

At the end of this display, I suddenly realised she had left a pause for me to say something and the only word I was able to communciate was, "lovely".