By now, the dust will have settled for most of us. This was the first Christmas of being ‘officially recognised’ by the mother in law. I’ve been reviewing her gift and I’m still in some doubt whether I’ve been officially welcomed or not. For the record, i received lovely socks, a lovely apron, a lovely cooking utensil and some lovely chocolate almonds.
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You can bear it in mind when you are shagging her daughter.
My wife’s father was, believe it or not, a particle physicist. He is a decent but shy and slightly awkward soul with an air of disappointment about him. He took our getting engaged after precisely 17 days in good grace, but I always get the feeling I am a source of disappointment to him having little academic intelligence in that field, or interest, and zero practical skills such that if she wants any DIY doing, she calls her father.
To try and in some way make up for the fact that I was having sex with his eldest daughter, and it clearly pained him somewhat, I decided to buy him a gift as an attempt at a peace offering. Having mulled it over I came up with the quite brilliant idea of an astronomical telescope. After extensive research*, I found a highly rated and recommended one which I duly purchased from a reliable website.
Unfortunately, I skipped the technical details.
When I arrived home about three days later, I honestly asked herself why t f she had bought another fridge freezer as a parcel not far off the size of a door loomed in the hallway.
“I haven’t fucking bought anything” was the reply.
It was of course said telescope which was so big that you have to look down a little tube back towards the ground to see whatever it’s pointed at.
He again accepted the gift with a resigned air and a sense that he thought I was taking the piss.
His house isn’t even that big and I daren’t ask him where he stores it.
My wife thought it hysterical.
We’ve to go up and spend a night with them in their holiday house somewhere. In between expressions of faux gratitude, I’ll try and grab a nice pic of her arse for you.
I slipped up and got Mrs Bradley the usual auld shite jewellery* and only thought of it yesterday that I should have gotten her a years subscription to Spotify. That’d be a cool gift.
I made some fucking prize fool of myself while buying the jewellery.
I went into the jewellers looking for a Ben + jerry bracelet, only for the woman behind the counter to laugh right into my face and ask would it possibly be an ‘Alex and Ani’ piece I wanted ?, well fuck me but it embarrassing.