10 June 2012
The boys are back in town...
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
As if five is enough...some will be..compressed.
2. The boys
3. Nicky and hers
4. My Nonna and Nonno (both dead.)
5. The rest of my family, Mrs Hudson, Sally, countless friends. All of you. (I know that's cheating.)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
So, yes, we're back. Have a picture of a little sort of...castle-y turret thing. There may have been hiding and snogging inside it, until we were discovered with the announcement 'kissing is SO BORING! There's an owl pellet over here, come and see!'.
Yes, a perfectly good kiss interrupted by seeing the regurgitated remains of a vole, or something...welcome to having kids :)
His Dad's a little easier going, but then, we had things in common to talk about. Or at least, Arsenal in common. I think seeing them briefly was for the best. And maybe if they venture down south they can come and visit us for a day or something.
It's odd, isn't it? I mean, my family is hardly your average clan, and we've got our problems, but our have usually been discussed, loudly, with lots of swearing and accusation and fights. John's family is definitely more the silent-disapproval sort. I don't think either is ideal. I hope we find some middle ground with the boys. Although I don't think it's ever easy.