French Letters
You’d think that, nearly two years on, people would have altered a bit. Not dramatically, a few minor character changes would have sufficed. After all in the ensuing two years, this particular couple have got married and bought a house (they very sensibly had the child some time before that) and surely these sort of “life choices” leave some sort of deep impression on the psyche else why do people make such a song and dance about them?
But they haven’t. Not one bit. From the moment they all (N – F’s sister, her husband F (the F stands for a different F than F’s F does if that makes sense) his seventeen year old daughter M and his and N’s eight year old son who’s initial is also M) walked into the apartment I could tell that they hadn’t changed a bit. Here they are, staying in my house for almost two weeks and here’s me running around like the proverbial blue arsed fly trying to make sure that everyone is having a good time and eating enough and getting enough rest and do they appreciate it?
Yes. They bloody do.
It’s unnatural that’s what it is. The point of having in-laws is to have a whole new family to fight with. I’d been practising my long suffering, slumped shouldered, bravely smiling through it all martyred air ever since i heard that they were visiting. I’d perfected the art of the hissed “they’re your bloody relatives” which is the cry uttered by women throughout the ages in such trying circumstances.
Almost arguing with N over the fact that she will insist on doing the washing up after every meal (not because she doesn’t think I do it right but because she genuinely wants to help) does not count. People can be so selfish.
July 30th, 2006 at 10:06 pm
Gawd!! Some people, honestly.
That’s EXACTLY why I miss big holiday get-togethers. I mean, what’s the point if there isn’t at least ONE huge familial argument?? Or at least ONE piece of furniture chucked (or plates–whichever you prefer)??
Polite bastards. Feed them gruel and tie them up in the basement. That’ll learn them.
July 31st, 2006 at 9:38 am
Can’t kill ‘em, can’t stuff ‘em in a sack, swear to god. Ingrates.
I’ll trade you. I’ll take the nice ones that help, and you can have the YB’s ones who bicker, whine, bitch, snipe, sneak cigarettes in the house and think they’re being clever by blowing the smoke out the bathroom window and turning on the ceiling fan, sneak vodka into their coffee, sneak vodka into everything in fact, hide vodka, smell like vodka, are prone to vodka induced fits of weepy sentiment which leads to overweight braless hugging (no please don’t bend over I’ll get upeeeeughrrrrbleah ew ew ew)
yeah.
poor baby!
August 1st, 2006 at 3:11 am
Babs. Usually its the plates and the furniture and on one particular occasion herebe managed to do both at the same time - he threw the dinner table at me. “That” is a proper family get together.
FN. You nearly had me convinced with the swap and then you mentioned the braless hugs. I’m not absolutely convinced about hugs at the best of times but the thought of being crushed under the weight of freely swinging mammaries is truly frightening.
August 1st, 2006 at 9:27 pm
The entire dinner table?? I usually stick to chairs (both thrown and kicked).
So can I pop round for your next big dinner??
August 3rd, 2006 at 3:05 am
oo, it’s MUCH nicer here — i can read it without my eyes bleeding
August 3rd, 2006 at 8:04 am
hey F and maybe ZB might be interested in this:
http://www.macworld.co.uk/news/index.cfm?email&NewsID=15444
August 3rd, 2006 at 5:49 pm
Hey Babs you’re more than welcome whenever you feel like visiting. I’ll set a place especially designed to test your china chucking skills (graduate from the chairs - china makes a much more satisfying crash). But yes, it was the whole dinner table. He gets very drammatical does our herebe. The best one was when we both went for the bread knife at the same time (and no - we weren’t desperate to cut a slice of bread), I still have the scar on my forefinger bless him. The weirdest thing is that people tend to throw up these events as evidence of our being “disfunctional”. It’s not. We’re just passionate and… exuberant..yes that’s the word, exuberant. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Hi Sal. It’s good isn’t it.? I’m dead proud of it. I do know what you mean about the eyes bleeding on the old site thing. I can’t take any credit for it apart from for the design. Bering of P L & RnR spent an entire weekend sorting out my screwy css so that it worked in Internet Explorer as well as Firefox - apparently it was something to do with a misplaced apostrophe in the CSS which was well above the call of blogging as far as I’m concerned. All I need to figure out now is a way to get my techonorati ranking from the old site transferred to the new one which is completely confusing me. I’m afraid that I tend to get a bit lost once dreamweaver leaves a tables format. BTW. Does this mean I get bumped up to your nucleus list? (worth an ask, as my Uncle Mark always says - shy bairns get nowt)
NB. F very interested in your link. However he really does not need any encouragement to buy new gear. I’m a pretty good girlfriend as far as gear goes as I like having it in the house too. But, we’re suppose to be saving for the deposit on a house (it’s all part of the “time to get responsible kick I’ve unaccountably got on) The floor of the computer room now has so many pedals, boards and other acroutements littering it that should the flat ever crash the exit to the emergency window will be well illuminated.