When I told my two best friends that I’d be spending three months with my grandfather at a retirement village in Port Elizabeth, they said there was no ways I’d survive the boredom. Not in a million years. Themba said it sounded worse than being sentenced to life in a monastery without his stash of naughty mags. And Buster said that even James Bond couldn’t have survived this kind of torture – and we all know what happened to his goolies in Casino Royale. But Themba and Buster didn’t know anything about my crazy grandfather Pops – who isn’t boring at all – or the weird stuff that was going to happen to him. And they hadn’t met Regina Versagel – a girl who may or may not wear black knickers.
In fact, looking back, the only thing that Themba and Buster did get right was that surviving three months at Nelson Mandela Gardens with Pops and a bunch of nearly dead people was going to be a whole lot harder than I could ever have imagined . . .

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