I've had a fucking weird day.
I visited my pal, that was fine. He's in a psychiatric ward, but he's cool and we sat outside and had a wee chat and a laugh it was fine.
Then I went to see my mum and dad. They live in the house I grew up in, about 30 miles away. Their next door neighbours have moved away, about six months ago, but haven't been able to sell their house. They're a family == husband - let's call him John, wife - Rose, two kids. They're not from these parts. Ooooh that sounds a bit racist! But it's true, they're English :D Anyway the guy is down at this house he can't sell (for the money he wants, anyway) on a regular basis, checking things over, mowing the lawn, blah blah blah. The family have been friendly with my mum and dad over the years, while they've been living there, fair enough, nice to be nice.
John and Rose have even given my mum and dad pictures of their two wee girls. Lovely wee girls, right enough. So my mum and dad have put them up on the wall. My mum and dad are old enough to be their grandparents, of course. So that's nice, that they've got pictures of their little kids on the wall. Bit weird, but it's nice. I mean, I've not produced children yet, and I might not the way things are going, but my two brothers and my sister have kids, so my mum and dad have four grandchildren of their own. Four children, and now four grandchildren. My sister has had one child, as a single mother, my brother has had two children in his "normal" nuclear family, my other brother is dead but he leaves a grandchild, so that's four grandchildren. I requested, and was granted, the abortion of my sole offspring many years ago, so that's just four so far. OK.
So anyway, I hadn't been to see my mum and dad for a few weeks due to being mental unhappy and having a broken foot; I hadn't felt up to it really, so today I thought it would be nice to pop over and see them, it was lovely weather today and my car has just been made road worthy again so I headed over. I had called in advance, to let them know I was coming, checking it was OK. I said I'd be there around 5.30, 6ish so teatime, yeah I kind of expected a bite to eat! Call me a cunt but I did, as every time I've seen my parents over the last 39 years they have fed me. I suppose I came to expect it!
When I got there the table was set for four. Hmm, odd I thought, four? Who's coming to tea? Oh, John's coming, my mum tells me, rolling her eyes, as if to suggest that it is, to some degree, an imposition. My parents are very polite and hospitable people, and will extend an invitation to dinner to a neighbour, of course they will, it's simple human courtesy. I have nothing against that. So I had dinner with my mum and dad and John. He's just back from a holiday in the US, he's been at a bluegrass festival. Fair enough, music is good. He's a bluegrass musician of some kind. I don't know anything about bluegrass except it's American folk music. He showed us some videos he'd taken of the festival on his phone and pictures of his kids.
This isn't going anywhere really, I just think the guy is a bit wrong and I thought I'd share it with EADD. I know he's a bit wrong, he sat through dinner wearing his fucking bluetooth headset! He never removes it as he is on-call until 9pm every night. So fuck! I've been on-call 24 hours a day before and it didn't mean I had to wear a bluetooth headset.
I also think he's trying to steal my parents by offering them his children in some kind of weird stepgrandparent freudian manoeuvre.
I was really hoping you'd throw video embedding into the mix.
