| wheresmytoad @ 2003-08-26 18:00:00 |
| Current mood: |  frustrated |
Losing an argument with Gran
It's no fair. There's no getting around Gran, even when she can barely talk.
I told her this morning that I planned to owl the Headmaster to tell him I wouldn't be coming back to school. At least not right away. I dunno, maybe they would let me start a month or two late or something, or maybe I should take the whole year off and start again next year. I felt I owed it to Gran to take care of her while she's recovering from her stroke. I mean, she took me in, after all, when I was just a baby!
But Gran was having none of it. Great Aunt Enid and Great Uncle Algie were there, too, and it turns out she's already made all the arrangements with them. Had me bloody well checkmated, really. She's going to go live with them when she is discharged on Thursday, and they'll help her manage while she's in rehabilitation. She's even bullied Uncle Algie into arranging to have my cousin Ralph move into our house to take care of it until she can live on her own again (it suits Ralph fine to house sit; he just got back from four years abroad with Gringotts).
I tried, honestly I did. But every argument I came up with, Algie and Enid overruled. I suppose I should have expected that; they're always like wax in Gran's hands, anyway. I hoped I might have been winning toward the end, there, but Gran drew herself up straight as a rail in her bed and glared at me, her eyes snapping. 'Back to Hoh-warts, N'ville,' she said majestically. 'S where you belong. No more ar-yoo-ments.'
So I'll be back on the train on September 1 as usual.
Comments:
| percyneedsalife @ 2003-08-27 09:55 am UTC |
Excellent, Neville, excellent, do you think you could send one of your plants to George and me? I've heard wicked things about them.
| wheresmytoad @ 2003-08-27 04:05 pm UTC |
*warily* I don't know what on earth you've heard that would make you think I have 'wicked plants.' What are you talking about?
Neville