Moving pains

Sunday morning was helping the father unload his packed van. Now I want to rant a little here as the van was packed full of shit. They’re moving from France and bringing shit with them. IKEA flat pack is the standard which most flat pack furniture aspires to conform to – do my parents buy IKEA which is cheap and excellent quality – do they fuck; instead bringing over the cheapest shit French flat pack shit they could find. They don’t seem to grasp the costs of moving the shit and the expected lifespan of the shit costs twice as much as getting IKEA to deliver some nice stuff.

So I’m aching from muscles I didn’t know I had through transporting a load shit which is just shit. To compound this the step mother calls me up on Sunday night complaining about the father’s drinking… Like I have any fucking control over the man. I love them both, but sometimes I just wish they’d be fucking normal!

Anyhow I bring the father back for some dinner… He doesn’t like what we’re having so I get some sausages from the local store, at the same time he picks up a bottle of wine as a present for My Wife, only he doesn’t have any money, so bums wine money off me… Lol parents.

My Wife was kind enough to drop the father back home, I rode along as a passenger – the father has been nagging for the daughter in law to come and see the new house… lol she wanted a shower after being there, and I can’t blame her… Mind it is still half a construction site.

We spent the rest of the evening watching House MD and trying to chill; my aching back woke me up later in the evening, so I had to finish off the night on pain killers. Talking of House MD, we’re almost done, only a few episodes of season 8 remain – it’s scary, we’re going to out of House soon!

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