Family outing

As is the way of these things, the CD player in the car has chosen today to stop working again. I asked the garage to look at it when the car died the week before last, but since they are halfwits with brains the size of peanuts that obviously didn't happen. It's particularly annoying today as we have a four hour drive down to Wiltshire this evening, to spend the weekend with my Dad and Stepmum. Although the Other Half has met them before, it't the first time he's experienced the full-on party-games-and-bickering extravaganza that is a weekend at Woodlands. It's going to be sort of weird for me, too....walking into the living room and thinking "hang on, you're that bloke from the IT department.." (the Other Half, not my Dad. My Dad's retired, and in any case views any technology beyond the calculator with suspicion).

Another weird dream last night - Dirty Den from Eastenders was my Dad, and we lived in a bungalow with a swimming pool. There was a man with no front teeth who kept trying to get off with me, and I couldn't find my glasses (in the style of Velma from Scooby Doo)...the only ones I could find all made me look like Kathy Burke in Gimme Gimme Gimme. There was an incident involving sister Fifi's Other Half, and my Other Half ended up sedating him (badly - think that dippy Norwegian bint off Vets in Practice trying to inject a kitten...)and trying to contain him by putting a laundry basket over him. Despite this excellent restraint, he escaped and Dirty Den, the man with no front teeth and the Other Half all chased him off down a Starsky and Hutch style alleyway.

Still, at least it's a lovely day.