My mother in law's sister, known to everyone as 'Auntie May' comes round on Tuesday afternoons and stays for hours and hours and hours. This is both a joy and a pleasure - for all lovers of mindnumbingly bumachingly tedious conversation, that is. It is hours of 'yeah, yeah' 'hmm, hmm' and 'that's it ain't it?'. There is endless non-debate about the manners of the youth of today and how terrible things are now and also constant surprise and wonder at the weather's ability to change from rainy to non-rainy and back again.
This weeks highlights were "That new store has just opened and so and so bought a packet of Whitworth's stuffing Mix for 17p" and "There's a really nice front door down the street. A brown one"
I have been entombed in the house with my Living Dead In laws for too long now. Even the bleeping , whistling electronic-sounding feedback from my (tone deaf) M.I.L. 's hearing aid, which makes her sound like R2D2 with a flannel has just about stopped being funny. I need to escape.
Which is why when my wife had a job interview yesterday on the Isle of Wight we were all very excited indeed. This was it! This was our big chance! This was all we'd dreamed of for so long! Escape from the Zombie Hotel and moving miles away from miles and miles away for a fresh start for all the family. It was a blinding interview and it got down to the last two candidates and it would've been just perfect and.. and... and... she didn't get it. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
Oh well, I Wonder what Auntie May will talk about next week?
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