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Date: 27 October 2007 17:35:30
I would like to take the opportunity to apologise for any disruption to relationships between WibParents and their Offspring I may have caused over the last two days. Any inadvertant distress resutant from my actions is sorely regretted and utterly out of character . . . well, the first bit is kinda true! For the benefit of other WibFolk, I will confess my misdemeanours as follows.
Husband and myself were graced with the wonderous presence of Tractor Girl this week-end. We met in Cardiff and enjoyed a most convivial meal. Whilst journeying back home on the train, TG proved that her name really comes from her abiltity to produce a noise remarkably like a tractor engine whilst laughing. Her state of hysterics was not helped by my pointing this out, though it did seem to cause some amusement to the bloke in the opposite seat. Therefore. this was a bad time for said TG to receive a phone call from her teenage daughter. A phone call where it was necessary for her to sound all responsible and grown up. It was not MY fault that she had to stifle her giggles whislt trying to make an important point to said teenager. Well, perhaps it was, a bit. Sorry!
After having bid farewell to TG on Saturday morning, we were blessed by the arrival of The Family Smudgie, with whom we enjoyed a cafe lunch in Pontypool. It was a predictably fun and homourous affair, only marred by the provision of slightly yukky brown sauce for my chips. The attempt to rectify this by switching to red sauce was a BIG mistake, this stuff turned out to be barely edible! Me ingenious attempt at a solution was to mix the two. The result was an edible sauce, but it produced and unfortunate side effect - a new habit learned by Smudgelet, much to the dismay of Smudgie. Any attempt by Husband to head off the further development of this bad habit by pointing out that HP fruity sauce amounts to the same thing is doomed to failure, I fear. Smudgie, I am truly sorry!
Perhaps WibParents should be advised to keep their children out of my vicinity from this point on, or alternatively to steer clear of me completely themeselves. I am rapidly coming to the conclusion that I am the archetypal Mad Aunt. This is not a problem for me, as it is surely the job of the Mad Aunt to enjoy being slightly rebellious. However, those who have learned through the process of parenthood that there are times when it is necessary to suppress childish tendencies may well suffer from my apparant lack of willingness to do likewise.
Is that terribly wrong of me?