Grandma Issabelle
And so , since all stories must have a beginning , my life story probably starts with this wonderful ancestor, grandma Isabelle. Now if that name makes you think of sweet, genteel colonial ladies with delicate fans, parasols and elbow length white gloves, partaking of "Tiffin" or groping tremulously for their smelling salts, let me bust the bubble because Grandma Isabelle was – different. [1] I remember her looking sternly at me over her thick spectacles and saying " are you sure you are wearing decent knickers, child? Otherwise skirt going up and people will laugh- big shame, no " I remember looking back at her and nodding humbly " yes, nana " ; I dare say your own grandma probably told you stuff like this too, when you were a kid, but the difference here was probably that I was 30 at the time, and had come to visit her, riding a small Indian Yamaha, without a valid license . …( ouch!) She boasted of langua...