guess I should look at it as a mini dry run for the bambino's christening....Will the grandmothers fight for supremacy over who holds the bambino? Will the bro get drunk and have a hissy fit? Will my dad try for a big reunion special a la Oprah that ends up more Jerry Springer? What will it be like with my ma and stepmum together? Will my ma and Daddy G behave like lovestruck teenagers? Will my family prove that they really are on crack?
A guy just knocked on our door asking if 'John West' lived here. I told him that he didn't but he started asking lots of questions about whether the neighbour next door was John West, and obviously I have no clue, which I kept telling him. It was only when I got back inside that I became suspicious and called the boyf. "Some guy just called to our door asking for a John West. Do you think he's casing the house because that's a brand of fish?" I imagined burglars arriving tonight and being gutted that a lot of our stuff is still packed in boxes...The boyf cracked up laughing. "You have a vivid imagination!"
OK, must go as the bambino has decided that of all the times to wake up, it must be now when her mum is blogging. Children these days...they have no sense of timing unlike back in my day thirty years ago....