i recently moved back to london for a time indefinite now...
the nature of the move though is one out of my control...
grandma is not well and moopa asked me if i could look after her...
now i admit, i was very sceptical about doing it, because i am not exactly grandma's 'favourite' (you would have to know a bit about our family to understand why i empthasised favourite... and also i didn't really want to lose that bet that i would be the one to 'kill grandma' (as in do something so terrible that i will cause her to die from a heart attack or a stroke)... seriously don't ask about that... )
but in the end i am here now...
a cocktail of the emotions 'love', 'guilt' and 'regret' makes us humans do compassionate things at the cost of our own pursuits... :-p
(finish later)
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