Surprise Surprise..

Okay, I must admit, after my mahoosive rant yesterday, I rather enjoyed playing third wheel to the rents' dinner.

Weapon of choice was Chinese, and I can forgive a variety of sins if Chinese food is involved. And being what I would call a rather stereotypical Northerner, I can pack a fair bit of food away.

I'm not one of these girls to calorie count and run a mini marathon every day, if I want it and it's there, it's getting eaten and then I'm gunna slob out on the couch until I fall asleep.

I'm basically them little brightly coloured people on The Change for Life ads, except I don't get shocked into running around the park after I see them, I just reach for another biscuit.

But as I was saying, a fair old amount of food was consumed and it wasn't romantic by any means, which made it easier for me as that awkward part of being third wheel never came about. Larverly.

I also must point out the extraordinary effort my dear mother went to in order to make it seem less like any other meal. Look at the table please! Even the candles that were purchased just for show were used!



So yeah, it was a nice meal all in all, although it must be pointed out rather unromantic!

Conversation turned to the disgusting smells my dad had been producing from his rectal area all afternoon and a series of explicit references soon followed as to what they smelt like. Still, it didn't put anyone off their food, oh to be Northern eh?

Listening to: The Vines - Ride