Hello gran, how was the journey? I hope you didn't consider death while having lunch of eggs and beans in a roadside Little Chef. Hello granny, how are you? I'm afraid my life's gone down the tube, everyone wants to kill themselves, a deathbed made for two. Granny dear, you're getting old you've seen this all before, sad teens again, we're all the same, not a novelty anymore. Am I being unreasonable to expect you to understand? There's blood on my fingers, so please excuse, if I don't shake your hand.
