Thursday 27 March 2008

An excess of grandparents.

I know, I know, it's been ages! But, I'll be honest, I've been freeling a bit fed up. My plaster came off and I'm off crutches now - which is BRILLIANT! But I'm still walking with a limp, like I'm some sort of arthritic crustacean. I mean, how unsexy is that?
I'm back in school again now - just in time to break up for the spring holiday, but you'll never guess what... my dad's only said we've got to go and spend the whole two weeks of it with Belinda's parents - in some back-of-beyond village in Yorkshire which is full of coffin-dodgers and yokels. And he says that this time Daniel can't come too. Their place is too small apparently - and it's a holiday for family! Durr - hasn't it occurred to him that they're NOT my family?
I've got Gran, and my real mum's parents are still alive (OK, so Tasmania is hardly round the corner, but they send me presents and stuff, so they still count.) Why would I want Belinda's mum and dad to try and muscle in on the grandparent stakes? That sounds like too much of a good thing, to me - defo!