I swallowed my agoraphobia for the journey to Jack's house. We were summoned for lunch, although it was a remarkably late lunch and would fit more comfortably into the "dinner" category, as far as meal times go. Jack's parents have just returned from a relaxation breakaway, and were particularly pleased with how I empathised with his mother over her anxiety in regards to the safety and cleanliness of the empty house. They invited us for an honourary meal, as gratitude for my warmth.
At the meal was a guest of honour, as usual, in the form of Jack's grandmother. A spectacular woman, who is an inspiration to me in her optimism and uniqueness. Quirky, eccentric and full of stories of days gone by, she has just been awarded a prestigious war medal for her work as a factory girl during the second world war. She is always full of interesting stories, ranging from but not limited to romances, drama and epic revelations.
She's saucy, even in her age of wisdom and patience, and adores attention and controversy. She rants wildly about her interest in the use of cannabis, against her daughter's wishes due to a lingering chest infection. She makes lude and inappropriate jokes that can only be met with affectionate enjoyment and tickled funny bones.
Upon leaving the home, preparing for the more crippling, fearful journey to the hospital to visit my own grandma, I desperately begged for ideas to consume my thoughts - avoidance of the reality of my day was all that could keep me sane.
I have spent years of my life just searching within the depths of my own mind for a story, one which I can create in a fictional manner and nurture and expand with all of my heart and interest.
Yet, I found myself considering the potential excitement of documenting a true story - the story of a life time that has been so respected and wonderful that it has deserved such an honourable award, a life time that has seen such important moments in history, and most of all, a life time that has created the man that I love to stare at.
Even if it's just the back of his head as he shoots cartoon men in his own epic battles in computer games.
