Sunday 26 December 2010

Sunday 26th December

Boxing Day and I am exhausted from all the cooking. 
My husband went to a rugby game with my oldest son leaving me at home nursing a sick man, entertaining a two year old, and listening to my mother-in-law’s inane stories of insignificance.  I swear being in her presence has reduced my IQ by about 10%.
I’m not sure how much longer I can live in a house with a senile couple whose conversation includes, “would you go to the moon to live” and “I was behind Robbie Williams in a queue once, what a lovely young man”.

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