Bloody hell, it’s been a good weekend.
Today, though, I nearly had a heart attack.
As it’s Father’s Day, Philippa got me a cute little card from ‘our future children.’ It’s a really lovely gesture but when I first opened it I shit myself thinking she was telling me she’s pregnant.
Bless her.
She’s in a better mood because her ankle is feeling much better. She’s had a few doses of acupuncture and it’s really made a difference. I had a look at the website of her acupuncturist, expecting to see a picture of a small Chinese gentleman, and was startled to see a rather dazzling hunk. My old friend Jealousy popped up for a while, but then I noticed under ‘Personal Info’ on his website that it said “He lives in the City with his partner Josh and their pet poodles Danny and Sandy” so I feel all right now.
We took her dad out for a meal this evening. It was a bit strained as they don’t really get on very well, but everyone was pleasant to everyone else, and I absolutely stuffed myself with red wine and lasagne.
Tomorrow night we’re seeing Ted and Beryl for the first time in a while. I’m looking forward to it, as I’ve missed his grumpy face and sideways compliments. I think all his many offspring have been round today for a surprise Dad’s Day visit, so he’ll either be overcome with emotion or angry and sick to death of them.
RC 17-6-12
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