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the optimistic nature of the british
Aug. 1st, 2016 01:32 pmYesterday was the birthdays of my twin nieces. They are eight! (what an excellent age to be.) It was a rather laid back party and so enjoyable.
There was a supreme Bill Bryson moment, when Mr. Jenner mentioned the upcoming trip he and Senor Onion are taking to this tech camp. It involves a 3 hour drive on Friday. While not super short, it isn't super long. (at least by my standards.) I should mention that Mr. Jenner has made this drive before, he has been driving in the UK for a number of years, and he knows how to do things like check google maps, and the internet to know if there is going to be any road works. (He is what I like to call... a grown man.)
This is when my father in law began with, "oh you will have to get up really really early if you hope to make it by the early afternoon."
I couldn't help but comment, "Tsk, you should have left yesterday if you are thinking of even making it by early Friday evening."
I know my father in law is just making conversation when offering suggestions about how to do this drive, and so on, but he is just soooooooo British by saying how awful it is going to be and tsk tsk you best watch out. I should blow his mind by mentioning the drive I did to Stratford upon Avon, where I encountered road works, and all that jazz, (including for some strange reason... a tiny little three wheeled motorbike that was left abandoned in the middle of the M5 north of Bristol.)and I STILL made it to my destination on time. (I also left later than I had anticipated. WHAT????)
Anyhow, the party was fun, there was cake, and babies, and loud children. I even got to hold a baby. I don't want to have any more babies but I am sure happy to hold them. This little fat dude was a delight to hold. He enjoyed playing with my sunglasses and looking at me with wonderment. "You aren't my mom BUT you don't displease me."
Today it is wet out, and the sheep look mildly put out by the state of things.
There was a supreme Bill Bryson moment, when Mr. Jenner mentioned the upcoming trip he and Senor Onion are taking to this tech camp. It involves a 3 hour drive on Friday. While not super short, it isn't super long. (at least by my standards.) I should mention that Mr. Jenner has made this drive before, he has been driving in the UK for a number of years, and he knows how to do things like check google maps, and the internet to know if there is going to be any road works. (He is what I like to call... a grown man.)
This is when my father in law began with, "oh you will have to get up really really early if you hope to make it by the early afternoon."
I couldn't help but comment, "Tsk, you should have left yesterday if you are thinking of even making it by early Friday evening."
I know my father in law is just making conversation when offering suggestions about how to do this drive, and so on, but he is just soooooooo British by saying how awful it is going to be and tsk tsk you best watch out. I should blow his mind by mentioning the drive I did to Stratford upon Avon, where I encountered road works, and all that jazz, (including for some strange reason... a tiny little three wheeled motorbike that was left abandoned in the middle of the M5 north of Bristol.)and I STILL made it to my destination on time. (I also left later than I had anticipated. WHAT????)
Anyhow, the party was fun, there was cake, and babies, and loud children. I even got to hold a baby. I don't want to have any more babies but I am sure happy to hold them. This little fat dude was a delight to hold. He enjoyed playing with my sunglasses and looking at me with wonderment. "You aren't my mom BUT you don't displease me."
Today it is wet out, and the sheep look mildly put out by the state of things.
