Even though I was v v tired (after saturday and then working Sunday) I went to the sisters birthday meal. Me, mother, father the sister, and mr.Ferrari who had briefly become mr.Aston martin but didn't really like it so reverted back to the Ferrari.
It took place in Knutsford or should I say, in the land of the Cheshire "in crowd". I tried really hard to be chatty and pleasant, and I think I was. Mr Ferrari isn't that bad as it turns out, hes as mental as my sister but with more money. The food was good and the Pimm's was better. My father spent an hour rambling on about "mounting climbing" and "being a vegetarian", so nothing different there. I kept my eyes open and even laughed at the sister and Mr Ferrari's recount of there trip to "Blackpool" just to see what it was like. Which reminded me of how the Victorians used to go and see gory body dissections "just to see what it was like".The question is who is on which side of the bars looking out and who are the interested spectators?.............