I’m the first to admit that I’m wrong (okay, sometimes I’m second), so I’ll confess to a very unseemly and undignified bout of shouting. Not content with having to wait fifteen minutes for my email to load (we’re in the sticks and only have dial-up), #1 slinks in to inform me that he thinks he may have left his very new, very expensive glasses in the pizza-place-that-doesn’t-do-pizza. Aaarrrgghhh! Well, my face went very red and I launched into a spectacular ‘what the hell is your father going to say! have you any idea how much they cost? and how do you think we’re going to get new glasses here? do you see any bl**dy rabbits sporting accessories from Specsavers??’ kind of thing. Very undignified. Just as I’m calming down, he walks into the bathroom and cheerily says ‘oh, here they are!’. Grrrrr…
Aug
03
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