My granny and the Broadband Withdrawal Syndrome

I'm now experiencing the effects of the broadband withdrawal syndrome. The lack of speed, has forced me to write this down on the good old notepad of Win95 (You hear that?!).

Right now I am beside my maternal grandma, who is finally sleeping soundly in my aunt's house.

She was intent on coming to my house to stay there for a while (Ritual Khek Migration), but she was down with a cough, and my mum asked me to take care of her for the whole day. Luckily, my aunt had some foresight, and seeing that I can't cook well, she cooked some porridge for the day, saving me the multi-tasks of having to talk with her and cooking.

3 hours ago, I was keen on listening on what she has to babble, also making this a chance to improve on my dialect Khek Tongue. My uncle, who has not gone out of house yet, surprisingly, told me to enjoy her "annoying talk" before he went to work. Surely, what my grandma speak can't be that bad... and I was pretty wrong.

1 hour ago, I was almost pleading with her to let me read my newspapers, and she just kept on talking the same topics an hour ago. She actually asked me three times whether I was in the army or not.

But I think it is a good experience. Not that I want to complain, but she grows a huge collection of plants, and she commands the respect of that whole storey.

Me: Granny, is it ok to water others' plants?
Grandma: Yah, go on. They all know me.