chaplaining

some memories will never ever fade.
caught the busway to Southbank, the train to Robina, the bus to Tweed Heads. I wasn’t sure where to get off, so pushed the button randomly. the driver screeched to a swerving halt and scolded me! but for what I wasn’t sure..
my nanna, a Catholic chaplain, surprised me twice today. first by saying she wants to specialise in gay and lesbian couples, with her chaplaining. second by saying that there is nothing wrong with brothels, that they’re a necessity.
gosh. i’ve the best nanna in the world.