So I actually got my arse up and phoned Daniela yesterday... she's going on holiday this Saturday for five days or so and afterwards, we'll try to hang out more. Yeah. Go me.

Then in the evening my Grams and I watched TV... there was something on about Preussen and as that's where my Grams actually was born and raised I was fearing she'd start to telling me about World War II again. Luckily she didn't, she just threw in some occasional comments like 'Yeah' and 'Alright' and 'Noooo.'. Don't get me wrong, I'm not that heartless it's just... I've heard those stories before, and once she starts talking about the past (esp. the war), she goes on and on and gets really upset and is near tears. I know that the war was terrible and all but ... I feel uncomfortable in those situations, so I'm glad she managed to hold herself back, you know?

Then we watched Sex and the City... *lol* she hadn't seen that one before as she has no cable TV, but it was one of the 'lame' episodes and my Grams went like 'That's what all the fuss is about? I thought they would talk about sex!'

*giggles*