Time...? What is that? I don't seem to have it any more and it is so frustrating when all you want to do is write. Although that four letter word is just never around long enough.

So back to where we were, I last spoke about how my grandpa visited his brother. There were a few of those occasions. He would go off to visit his other brother Glen who owns a get away place in Brits even just for a day or even just down the road for lunch at a restaurant with an old friend. He would always claim he wasn't hungry or just wanted to get home as soon as he could. We often felt guilty for not taking him out enough but he got to the point where staying at home was perfect and he didn't appreciate the food when we ate out and to us it was a treat.

The sad thing is, even if he maybe liked going out, it was like walking with a zombie, he never says a word or tries to have conversation but we noticed it's mainly with women and with men he would chatter away, repeating himself even if the person wasn't listening. I think with men being the way they were back in the day thinking they were better than woman might be the reason. Little did we know how even that could get worse... BUT not just yet. It was just uncomfortable walking or sitting with someone who just wouldn't say a word.

I must say when you hear the same story over and over again you just want to block your ears and say shut up! but you can't! You have to just suck it up and take it because my grandpa wouldn't understand why you are acting that way and would most probably ignore and carry on anyway.

The one story we heard about often and possibly still do every now and then is about some bloke in Kroonstad who had said that things weren't like they used to be and that "savages" would just walk into the shops and be rude and take stuff and apparently this person phoned very often.

Unfortunately my grandpa is from the old times with growing up in farm communities and although he always respected black people in his own way and grew up believing that black people had ther place and white people had there's. He accepted the change when Nelson Mandela came into power and we became a democratic country but now that he has Alzheimers he has gone so far backwards and we have a few moments where the "k" word slips out and we just cringe! then say, oupa that word doesn't get used any more and we all laugh it off and he chuckles too.

There was also a gentlemen who used to phone often - Remember he no longer has a phone - from Australia, His name was or is Eddie Whitehead! now what this man has to say is about how it is so nice living in Australia you can leave money on the roof over night and it will still be there the next day... my grandpa says he asked if he would ever come back and Eddie would say never... I think my grandpa spoke to this man about 10 years ago? It is quite interesting how they remember speaking to specific people. Sometimes the story changes a little bit, but otherwise that's all we got from him when it came to conversation.

see you all tomorrow my 1000s of fans He he he!