It's the eve of The Familee Wedding.
P very kindly suggested that Mum and I go to this event of the annual family calendar, leaving Dad at home to watch the footy to his heart's content and P at home to chill her boots in front of CSI or whatever is on at the time...
The lucky buggers.
Instead, Mum and I will tootle down to Cambridge, taking 3 hours, or 1.5 hours in Mum's girl racer car and go ooh and ahh at my cousin's bridal beauty and shake my dykey DMs at my uncle then go all the way home again.
Thrilled.
1 comment:
Stupid people. Tell you, P is lucky as your dad. Get to stop @ home and chill out, watch TV. Good luck with the drive / being polite.
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