Got up, dressed myself and Seb, fed myself and Seb. Took Seb to nursery, caught train, walked to office, worked. Had lunch with my friend who's having problems with the ongoing care of her elderly mother, returned to the office. Attended appraisal meeting: I'm doing well apparently, which is great. Left office early, train problems, picked up Seb on time though. I'm now sitting on the sofa, awaiting the return of my husband.
Tomorrow's my going out night....what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, etc.
Wednesday, 13 October 2010
Sunday, 3 October 2010
Mother-in-Law Weekend Madness
Firstly, a Margaret update: she's getting physically better, although she'll have to referred to a psychologist when she returns to the UK. Apparently they're expecting to discharge her late next week. Thank goodness for the EHIC card, although I doubt it will cover the cost of the Lucozade and Arrowroot biscuits she's apparently scoffing at the moment!
My weekend has been a fun one because of a certain Helen Leckwith-Smith, or in short, my mother-in-law. HLS, as I call her, is now due to marry her third husband. Her first, hubby Roger's father, allegedly popped out to buy a paper in his camper van and never returned. I can't say that I blame him. She turned up yesterday, having being picked up from Waterloo station by her dutiful son because 'she can't bear sitting on commuter trains' because a gentlemen once spent an entire journey playing 'pocket billiards' with himself whilst reading a copy of The Daily Star.
HLS scanned the state of the house when she arrived, stopping to run a gloved hand over the surfaces, inspecting it and grimacing. When I explained that the recent DIY work had caused dust and disruption she merely replied
"As you know, I had my house rebuilt back in 1987, after the hurricane destroyed the first floor and for the entire duration of the six month build, I maintained a standard of cleanliness which would have made Kim and Aggie proud."
I didn't know what to say to that, so I merely smiled and returned to the warmth of the kitchen, where I poured myself the first of many glasses of wine.
Roger by name, Roger by nature can entertain his own mother. I've just heard her congratulating Seb on his elementary grasp of the newest craze, kiddiebreakdancing on the new laminate floor. Whoopie shit indeed.
My weekend has been a fun one because of a certain Helen Leckwith-Smith, or in short, my mother-in-law. HLS, as I call her, is now due to marry her third husband. Her first, hubby Roger's father, allegedly popped out to buy a paper in his camper van and never returned. I can't say that I blame him. She turned up yesterday, having being picked up from Waterloo station by her dutiful son because 'she can't bear sitting on commuter trains' because a gentlemen once spent an entire journey playing 'pocket billiards' with himself whilst reading a copy of The Daily Star.
HLS scanned the state of the house when she arrived, stopping to run a gloved hand over the surfaces, inspecting it and grimacing. When I explained that the recent DIY work had caused dust and disruption she merely replied
"As you know, I had my house rebuilt back in 1987, after the hurricane destroyed the first floor and for the entire duration of the six month build, I maintained a standard of cleanliness which would have made Kim and Aggie proud."
I didn't know what to say to that, so I merely smiled and returned to the warmth of the kitchen, where I poured myself the first of many glasses of wine.
Roger by name, Roger by nature can entertain his own mother. I've just heard her congratulating Seb on his elementary grasp of the newest craze, kiddiebreakdancing on the new laminate floor. Whoopie shit indeed.
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