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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

[Note: This post is dedicated to Si, whose demands for new postings has now overtaken Moo’s in their sheer persuadability. I should be studying now, but instead I’m doing this. Hope you’re proud.]

It’s very difficult to write about this long weekend just gone, in the same way that it’s difficult to write about anything on a blog that involves other people. My life, I’m finding recently, is involving entirely too many people. This long weekend in particular involved a great many people, some of whom are very important to me, and some of whom are very important to other people who read this blog. One of the people involved in this long weekend just gone gave birth to one of the very important people to me, and I’m reliably assured that one of the other people involved in this long weekend just gone was also heavily involved in the creation of the pregnancy that resulted in the birth of one of the very important people to me.

(Oh Lord. That’s my way of saying I met my boyfriend’s parents. And you wondered why I was so very afraid of making a bad impression? Wonder no more.)

I had a great many anecdotal jokes lined up about his mother taking me aside and measuring for veils, white dresses, and checking my temperature and saliva levels for optimum conception potentiality. I had even thought of a very elaborate post in which she wandered around the house, variously handing me an antique, today’s newspaper, a half chewed cat toy and a biro, the punchline being – you may have seen this coming – “something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue”. The train journey to and from The In Laws is quite long, you see, and I’m prone to day dreaming.

Thing is though, they’re incredibly nice people who went out of their way to make me feel relaxed and welcome, and I managed not to spit at either of them, neither did I rotate my head 360 degrees and tell them where their parents had gone to in the afterlife and what they’re up to now, and I very much managed to not break anything or kill anyone dear to them. I’m very proud of me, and you all should be too, so no cheap jokes or made up stories.



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