Teenage Kicks

Today is the day I return to (part-time) studenthood. What seemed like a great idea up until now is starting to feel like a rather bad idea in fact. I am, as my 15 year old nephew so charmingly put it, bricking a shit.

But I'm too scared to talk about it, so...

Saturday was MIL's sister's 60th birthday. I can't remember if I've talked about her before, but anyway she's a religious nutter, completely weird, and her whole family are vile and have no sense of normal human interaction or social niceties (this is the woman who told us, on our wedding day, that now "when you split up you'll have to get a divorce!" cackle cackle - and she really thought that was an amusing and appropriate joke...)

Well, because they are so weird and have no friends up north where they live, they came down here so that MIL could throw a party and invite people to make it look as though the woman isn't such a social misfit. This, obviously, was not an event that He or I had any desire to attend, but His sense of family loyalty is (as you well know) far stronger than mine. And anyway, He promised to buy me a pair of shoes if I behaved myself.

And personally, I do define behaving myself as hiding behind a bush in the garden getting drunk with my teenage nephew.

At least I didn't offend the birthday girl. Well, not that I remember...