Lavender Hell

There are few things that can prepare you for the true horrors of a live-in Mother-in-Law. The inane, pointless conversations, the "joy" of hearing verbatim the order of the balls that came out at bingo, the unmistakably heady combined smell of piss and lavender. I know from first hand experience what this is like. This is my story!

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Starter for Ten

OK, let me give you an example of the things I have to put up with.

First off, I know that some things I put here will be in-jokes, and you probably had to be there, but bear with me. This blog is for my benefit, not yours!

Anyway, we invited friends round for dinner; a themed dinner based on Phoenix Nights and the work of Peter Kay (both big fans so we found it all hilarious). Little touches around the house that only Phoenix Nights saddos would have appreciated (like an "Out of Order" notice on the phone, a vase to drink out of, and the living room renamed as "The Pennine Suite")

After explaining for about the fourth time why we have put signs up etc, M-I-L gets it into her head that our guest is Peter Kay. Despite being told several times, she still doesn't get it. She looks over at the phone and says "Is the phone not working then?"

"It's a joke" we tell her. "Well it was working earlier" she says - clearly oblivious to the meaning of "Joke".

She wanders off, clearly bemused.

2 Comments:

  • At 11:42 am, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Was your guest a comedian then?

     
  • At 1:28 pm, Blogger Unknown said…

    I didn't see him change colour once so I don't think so.

     

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