My sisters, 3 of them, and I are like chalk and cheese but when we get together we laugh a lot. We all see the funny side of the ridiculous and we take the mickey out of each other, in fact we are merciless. Our politics are diverse, in fact so diverse that we need an umpire but then we put the kettle on and agree to disagree, and go back to laughing, no political correctness where we are concerned. Last week I picked up one sister in Hampshire, drove to Cardiff to pick up another sister and then I drove all the way to Cornwall to visit our eldest sister who hasn't been well. Not having the stamina to stay in the crazy hotel near our sister's house, I had booked us into another one, more remote. As the lanes became narrower and all road signs disappeared a voice from the back of the car said (as though I wasn't there) 'I hope she hasn't booked us into a caravan' at which point we passed a sign saying 'used caravans for sale'. When we finally arrived the sign hanging outside was of an old person bent over and carrying a stick. 'This must be the place', one sister said, 'they have our picture hanging up.' As we entered the hotel, one sister got a fit of the giggles, which set the second one off so it was left to me to talk to the owner and convince him that I hadn't brought with me a couple of ladies in the advanced stages of dementia.
Later that day on returning to the hotel from the third sister, I got horribly lost. I suddenly realised having turned left a hundred times that the GPS had completely lost the plot and was taking us in a circle, round and round ad infinitum. It was dark and with no signs to guide me I decided to do the opposite to what the GPS was saying. A journey that should have taken 15 minutes took an hour and yes my sisters were merciless, even though neither of them has ever learned to drive.
The four of us are split down the middle on remain and leave where Brexit is concerned but it doesn't matter because we are all at the mercy of Parliament who couldn't organise a p.....up in a brewery, and the EU isn't any better. I no longer care whether the UK leaves or remains, I just want them to make a decision and get on with it and I am sure I am not alone in this sentiment.
Later that day on returning to the hotel from the third sister, I got horribly lost. I suddenly realised having turned left a hundred times that the GPS had completely lost the plot and was taking us in a circle, round and round ad infinitum. It was dark and with no signs to guide me I decided to do the opposite to what the GPS was saying. A journey that should have taken 15 minutes took an hour and yes my sisters were merciless, even though neither of them has ever learned to drive.
The four of us are split down the middle on remain and leave where Brexit is concerned but it doesn't matter because we are all at the mercy of Parliament who couldn't organise a p.....up in a brewery, and the EU isn't any better. I no longer care whether the UK leaves or remains, I just want them to make a decision and get on with it and I am sure I am not alone in this sentiment.
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