Sometimes the Lovely Melanie expects me to get cross about things: really annoying, stupid or frustrating things – but I only tend to get cross at a build-up of silly little things. Extremely large FUs – events and circumstances guaranteed to annoy most people – only make me slowly shake my head and grin a wry grin.
For instance, today we navigated our way to Hatton, a place on the absolute opposite side of London to where we live, for the birthday party of Oscar and Thomas Day, the sons of some friends of ours. It took about two hours to get there, it was blazing hot and Millie had a huge tantrum on the train.
When we arrived at the venue we soon discovered the Lovely Melanie had gotten her days mixed up: the party had been yesterday.
How we laughed as we turned around and came back home! (that’s sarcasm, by the way)
It took over two hours to get home, it was blazing hot and Millie had an ongoing tantrum (with scattered spells of normality) pretty much all the way.
All. The. Way.
I had thought we were immune to such behaviour nowadays, but Millie was so bad even the Lovely Melanie felt embarrassed.
The cherry on this dubious cake is that I had turned down a chance to party backstage with the Manic Street Preachers the night before (thanks to our mutual friend and industry bigwig JimmyMac) because I didn’t want a huge hangover at today’s birthday party.
So tonight I’m slowly shaking my head and grinning a wry grin. 🙂