My family came to stay this weekend. My mom, dad and brother made the trip up North and spent the weekend eating, drinking and being merry in Leeds with me.
Pretty much the first full sentance my dad said to me was, "I've spent the last week in France with your Nanny and Grandad, so if I'm horrible to you it's only because I'm so bloody fed up of being nice!" which I thought summed up our family perfectly. That night we all went out to one of my favourite restuarants in Leeds, Viva Cuba. it's very popular and you can't book a table in advance so we ended up waiting nearly an hour to sit down. In that time my mom managed to sink a very potent cocktail and a glass of wine which ensured she very quickly became rip roaringly pissed (the term lightweight may as well have been invented just for her) and the conversation went downhill from there. It was a hillarious night and Ma's bad head the next day was a small price to pay.
Sunday came round and Pa and David headed off to the Leeds Festival. It comes to something when your 58 year old father is dancing in a field and pissing in a hat while you're shopping in Morrison's and watching The Last Samuri with a hungover mother.
I was sad to see them go this afternoon. It was nice the 4 of us spending some time together and not 1 row was had the entire weekend: result!
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