Shmamily...
OK. You know you're getting old when your little brother comes to visit and you all sit around drinking tea and making polite conversation...
I had quite an eventful evening really. It started off with a phone call from my sister, giving me the joyful news that my step-cousin is pregnant. I have 3 step-cousins who I love and adore. My Uncle Michael had a certifiabley bonkers first wife, and we all cheered when he finally divorced her. Then he met this equally fruit-loopy (but in a really good way) Dubliner and married her. Judith is amazing. Many are the happy hours I mooched around the huge kitchen in her massive Edwardian semi on the outskirts of Manchester. Drinking tea while warming my bum on the aga, bitching with her about any and all of my relatives. Many generous G&Ts were slurped... I think Judith and Michael could well be one of the best things about our 4 year sojourn in the UK. The girls adore them, considering them to be their surrogate grandparents, which suited them down to the ground.
Judith has 3 kids - a daughter my age and 2 sons, both in their late 20s. She's Irish Catholic, and was tearing her hair out trying to get Claire matched up with someone, anyone... The boys got partnered up relatively early, but Claire wasn't bothered about settling down AT ALL. Poor Judith... Anyway, last week we got phone calls to say that Claire was getting married! It was all a bit sudden because when I was chatting to Judith a couple of months ago, Claire wasn't even seeing anyone, but hey, these things happen...
[Pot, kettle admission - MrB and I had only been going out for a month when we got engaged]
And now she's pregnant!
Judith's work as a Catholic Mother is done.
And now that that's done, I can talk about how much I love and adore my little brother.
He drove for over an hour last night to come visit and have a cup of tea. Which is really very sweet of him. It's also very funny to watch as clever, efficient, emotionally-detached, articulate SoldierMan regresses and PossumBoy emerges. PossumBoy is a retard with the mental age of a 7 year old. PossumBoy thinks Miss H is a hoot and pretty cool for a girl. PossumBoy was rolling on the couch at one point waxing lyrical about cats. And their propensity to eating things. If Inigo were bigger (apparently) he'd eat us all. With no qualms. Just eat us like that. Y'know lions and tigers and shit. They eat people all the time. Can't stop themselves. Dogs are different. Dogs are nice and don't eat people. Dogs don't even think about eating people.
Riiggght.
Little brothers - gotta love em.
*Mwah!*
I had quite an eventful evening really. It started off with a phone call from my sister, giving me the joyful news that my step-cousin is pregnant. I have 3 step-cousins who I love and adore. My Uncle Michael had a certifiabley bonkers first wife, and we all cheered when he finally divorced her. Then he met this equally fruit-loopy (but in a really good way) Dubliner and married her. Judith is amazing. Many are the happy hours I mooched around the huge kitchen in her massive Edwardian semi on the outskirts of Manchester. Drinking tea while warming my bum on the aga, bitching with her about any and all of my relatives. Many generous G&Ts were slurped... I think Judith and Michael could well be one of the best things about our 4 year sojourn in the UK. The girls adore them, considering them to be their surrogate grandparents, which suited them down to the ground.
Judith has 3 kids - a daughter my age and 2 sons, both in their late 20s. She's Irish Catholic, and was tearing her hair out trying to get Claire matched up with someone, anyone... The boys got partnered up relatively early, but Claire wasn't bothered about settling down AT ALL. Poor Judith... Anyway, last week we got phone calls to say that Claire was getting married! It was all a bit sudden because when I was chatting to Judith a couple of months ago, Claire wasn't even seeing anyone, but hey, these things happen...
[Pot, kettle admission - MrB and I had only been going out for a month when we got engaged]
And now she's pregnant!
Judith's work as a Catholic Mother is done.
And now that that's done, I can talk about how much I love and adore my little brother.
He drove for over an hour last night to come visit and have a cup of tea. Which is really very sweet of him. It's also very funny to watch as clever, efficient, emotionally-detached, articulate SoldierMan regresses and PossumBoy emerges. PossumBoy is a retard with the mental age of a 7 year old. PossumBoy thinks Miss H is a hoot and pretty cool for a girl. PossumBoy was rolling on the couch at one point waxing lyrical about cats. And their propensity to eating things. If Inigo were bigger (apparently) he'd eat us all. With no qualms. Just eat us like that. Y'know lions and tigers and shit. They eat people all the time. Can't stop themselves. Dogs are different. Dogs are nice and don't eat people. Dogs don't even think about eating people.
Riiggght.
Little brothers - gotta love em.
*Mwah!*
posted by actonb at 10:09 am
4 Comments:
It's the season for it I think.
I can't go through five minutes at the moment without hearing about another wedding/engagement/pregnancy/birth.
I just emailed you a very similar sentence, before reading this post. How freakazoid.
And yes, you are getting old.
Can I come over for tea and bitching?
ive been thinking about it all day...
this is really bothering me "but Claire wasn't bothered about settling down AT ALL"
i totally get your sarcasm here, but god i pity the poor girl. in the 3.5 years ive been more or less single i dont think my mother has asked me once if ive found a nice boy yet.
LaRue - the Chapel is always open for tea and bitching...
Mex - Judith didn't hassle Claire. Much. And Claire certainly had never felt pressure until all her friends got married and started having babies, and then she kinda went hmmm. But as I kept telling Judith, things would turn out fine. And they did. She did much worrying aloud with me... not with her daughter. I think the thing was that I'm 6 months younger than Claire, and at that stage I'd been married 6 years, had 2 kids, etc etc. But Claire's done heaps of stuff that I've never had a chance to... It's all swings and roundabouts.
Every Xmas my aunt, uncle and cousins feel it's appropriate to grill me about whether I have met a "nice boy" and when I will "stop this silly law caper and settle down already". Bloody families.
Of course, since I got a motorbike and dyed my hair they have been trying to work out if maybe it's a special lady I'm after. Hilarious!
Post a Comment
<< Home