Today’s post was supposed to be about the 6 year old’s birthday party. However, my camera has decided that it has a ‘memory card error’ and as well as refusing to work will not download any of the photos from that day. After quite a bit of swearing I gave up and shelved that post until further notice. It definitely needs photographic evidence of events.
So out of chronological order I give you the night and morning following the 6 year old’s birthday party.
We left Gramps in charge on Saturday night. He is officially THE best babysitter ever; Encouraging us to stay over and come back late morning the following day!
We went to My Sister’s housewarming. It was a really good do. Her new house is lovely and it already looks like they’ve lived there for years … in a good way!
I was told to bring one of our camping lamps because the light had broken in the downstairs loo. I could only locate a wind up one, that only actually seems to work as you are winding it. Unfortunately, after only one drink and only 15 minutes into the party, I told someone, in a new relationship, not to waste his wrist action in the downstairs toilet. The Husband was horrified.
It was OK though, because later, when The Husband couldn’t focus he made several verbal faux pas, tried to break some fire wood for the fire bucket with some kung fu moves and then passed out on the spare bed. Later in the night I had to stop him from wandering to the toilet naked. He opted to wear My Sister’s faux, floor length, fur coat which was hanging on the back of the spare rooms door. Think Cruella De Vil. When I imparted this information the following day My Sister couldn’t work out whether she was mortified or amused.
I imagine that coat will be in the dry cleaners quicker than you can say ‘All fur coat, no underpants’.
When we arrived home the following day, it sounded like the kids had thoroughly enjoyed themselves. The 4 year old woke Gramps very early. They went to the local nature reserve and then played in the street until we got home.
I don’t think I will ever forget arriving home to find Gramps playing tennis, in the street, with the 4 year old … his face painted, by the 6 year old.
Those of you who read My Sister’s blog will want to know if ‘Ole twinkly Eyes’ showed up. Well he didn’t, and I was actually quite glad. The merrier I got the more people became aware of the review I did of ‘my sister’s man friend’. it could have been a tad embarrassing.
7 Comments on "All fur coat and no underpants …"
Awww, your dad is wonderful. Award 10 gold stars to Gramps!
Snigger..love the photo. SUPER GRAMPS!
I say ‘All red hat and no knickers’…but same (slutty) difference
I’ve had a face painting experience with the grandparents, but I must say that yours did a much better job than mine! What a great gramps!
Excellent grampa! Do you rent him out?
Lies, lies, lies…. and it wasn’t the bloke you said it to, it was our friend – his ‘very new’ girlfriend’s wrist you were advising to save the action, which I think is a tad worse.
:)
A more detailed warning next time. Cannot get image of Husband in fur coat out of head…
Gramps is fantabulous – a real treasure…
Aw good old gramps, what a good sport.
The Husband has a fur fetish? Who’d have thought it…