Turning into your parentsUnable to hold back the genetic tide, I find myself gardening in my carpet slippers, asking for a knife and fork in McDonalds and agreeing with the Daily Telegraph. I'm beyond help - what about you?
Thanks to b3th for the suggestion
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
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It finally dawned on me outside the butchersSo my old man has to venture into town every saturday morning, to do a number of chores.
He goes into the bakers for bread, into the butchers for his weekly supply of meat, into the papershop for his lottery, then into the library to take his books back and get new ones.
Its a religious thing, but the thing is, he has to be outside the butchers early doors because 'you always get the good cuts of meat'. If he doesn't get into town by 9am it ruins his whole weekend.
I found myself outside the butchers at 9am last weekend and the realisation that I had indeed turned into my dad, was a little too much to take in!
(, Mon 4 May 2009, 22:15, Reply)
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