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!

Monday, October 03, 2005

Viva España

The current Mrs James and I are off on our hols soon and we were discussing the weather reports from t'internet for the region we are going to.

M-I-L overheard and started to tell us about her friends who have just come back from Fuengirola and what temperatures it reached while they were there.

I pointed out that Fuengirola is actually nowhere near where we are going to. She took this as an indication that we'd like to hear about the temperature in several other places that are nowhere near where we are going. Ergo, I now know how hot it has been in several European destinations that aren't anywhere near where I'm going.

As a result of the same conversation, I now also know which airports are nearest to the places I won't be going to as well, so that'll come in handy.

Yet more evidence of how few actual sensible thought processes go on in her head!

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