My parents made a brief visit to Brussels again this year and so I met up with them the night they arrived and had an excellent supper at Jardin du Nicolas and then prepared for a barbecue with the children the following day. We weren’t sure whether or not the rain would hold off but it did and thanks to my dad’s faux pas by saying that “women think barbecues are such wonderful ideas because all they do is watch the men slave over the barbecue”, I managed to order my dad to make the salad as I knew the children were rather excited to show off their barbecuing skills. My mum and I sat and chatted away which made a lovely change.
During the afternoon my parents showered us with gifts of cheese, mint chocolates and the children received their Christmas and birthday presents which is always lovingly wrapped up in an envelope. My father has promised to pay for a new pair of glasses for me as I can’t afford a new pair myself. I count myself very fortunate indeed.
Next year will be slightly different as it will be my parent’s fiftieth wedding anniversary and they are presently thinking of renting a gite in France for a family gathering. I’m wondering what I could paint gold without it looking too kitsch.
Todd had some good news as his dad had found him a job as a postman for the next 2 weeks. Despite the early mornings, he wasn’t too fazed by the idea, and I think it’ll do him some good, especially all that exercise around this village on the bike they’ll give him. He will also be given ‘security shoes’ which had us all wondering. My father guessed that they are probably handed out as a security measure against guard dogs.
Well, it’s a possibility, I suppose.
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Glad to hear you had a good time with your parents.
From shoe-store.net, “Security shoes provide athletic inspired comfort in styles appropriate for your work environment. These shoes will keep you comfortable on your feet while also giving you the agility you need in the rare instance that you may be called into action.” In other words, running shoes that look like oxfords.
As one almost in sight of the 50th, well 7 years away actually but it’s wise to plan ahead when it comes to presents, I’d like to receive solid gold bars of solid gold …. there would be no need to paint them ….. or even wrap them ….. just plonked down in front of me would be fine ….
Glad to hear you had a good weekend! xx
You could offer them a nice stay at the
“Le Gîte de la Pomme d’Or”, near Honfleur (Normandy)
Eve & the apple you know..
Steel toe caps? Spikes that come out at the front? Ones that can make you fly away if about to be bitten by a dog? The mind boggles…..
and maybe just paint your finger gold…..Lx
This might require some handcuffs and rope, but paint Todd gold and have him stand up straight. Hang a sign around his neck reading “Best Parents”. You and the Twat dress up and conduct a mini-Acadamy Awards ceremony. Insist your parents take their “Oscar” home with them.
Hi, Just been catching up on your blog. Thanks for your honest observations.
I am now changing my online passwords, pre-empting eldest son’s next demeanour and giving him an earful on my return home from work. In fact I think I’ll give second son a dose of discipline as well.
I need a new pair of glasses too. The $20 chemist ones are falling off my nose, could your parents extend their generosity to a new pair for me?
Cheers x
oh I like Anonymous idea
Security shoes to keep his feet on the ground, perhaps.
Glad your parents visit went so well. I’ve been putting off getting my prescription done for my new glasses – I’m not looking forawerd to being able to see the dust and cobwebs
What? Todd with a job? I’m shocked.
You could give them a bushel basket full of 50 Golden Delicious apples…
cheezy, but certainly less expensive than the metal.
You know, it’s so nice to read how much you enjoy your parents company these days. When I first started reading your blog things weren’t so rosy between you and I always thought that was such shame. So glad things have been mended.
Hang in there with regards Todd. He’ll get his head out of his ass some day soon. They all do. Mostly.
As for your lovely commenters from a few posts ago… they say cunt like it’s a bad thing.
You know, your blogposts and comments are *always* entertaining, but I nominate Dawn’s last sentence as Blog Comment Of The Week. Or maybe decade.
I agree, R’pus, Dawn’s comment was touching, amusing and down-right hilarious
Let’s hope that when Todd is your age he’ll be writing appreciative comments about his mum instead of hurling insults.
Hope the job goes well for him.
I was going to say wear a gold dress but I like Anonymous’ suggestion more
I can’t wait to hear of Todd’s adventures as a post-boy.