I've just driven home from Mum's after the barbecue, and the roads are strewn with debris from the storm last night. It's all over now, but the debris remains. A bit like my life after this weekend.
The barbecue was a right laugh, even though I was knackered as hell and tense to the max. My family have a way of jollying you out of things by making remorseless jokes about it. At one point we were doing one of those, 'who would you sleep with, Uncle Derek (60s, twenty stone), or Anil (my ex-husband)?' My niece answered that she was a bit worried about sleeping with anyone who's name was preceded by 'Uncle'! Then it got to them contrasting everyone with Steve, and always sleeping with the other person, even when it got to Bubbles out of Little Britain, Dolly the Sheep (even given the fact she's dead) and Shane McGowan, even if you had to stay lip-locked the whole time through!
Friday ended with me finding out the whole truth, but that is for a 'friends only' post after this one (because of certain promises I have made). But because of that, I'm at a sort of peace.
