I've had a lovely day - like
properly lovely. We've popped down to my folks place for a week - anyway, my mum went swimming with sprog 3, Mrs K and #2 went into Bristol and ate lots of cake and bought up most of Bristol's considerable vintage clothes industry, and my dad and I chopped down a tree using a chainsaw that my dad designed when he worked at Black & Decker when i was the same age as sprog 3. We then went to a pub for lunch (beef baguettes with chips, lemonade for me and 4 pints of Butcombe for my dad...
) where we reminisced, and slagged off my cousin and his awful wife.
We've made tandoori chicken with saffron rice, naan breads, poppadoms and yoghurt for tea.
On a more jovial note, we'll celebrate by my parents not being dragged out onto the street with their hands tied behind their backs, shot, and left in the road, by my wife not being raped by a dozen Russian soldiers and then stabbed with bayonets, and my terrified children not being
deported and sold, beaten if they speak English, and probably end up being trafficked as sex slaves.
But, you know,
both sides...