After yesterday's 'good boyfriend' duties, today I was being the good son. Mum has long wanted to buy a house in Devon and we keep going down there to look at properties but the harsh reality is: she'll never find one.
Still, we have to go along with it, because without hope, what does she have?
This was a tough one because my car is so rubbish. 400 miles in a rubbish car with a snotty (literally, she has a cold) sister, an overexcited mum and a dog that is totally out of control. All stress, all of it.
Got to Devon, laid some flowers on Dad's grave, met up with an aunt for a bit.
Got to the hotel, checked in to our respective rooms, tried to take the dog for a walk but she was just attacking everything. in the end it was easier for me to just go and fetch everyone a takeaway by myself. Thought I'd walk and find one along the seafront but everywhere was shut and before I knew it I'd walked 3 miles, losing the plot slightly. Found the chaviest, grubbiest takeaway imaginable where two strangers took the piss out of how big my balls are. These trousers don't do them any favours but still...this is happening a lot at the moment. I don't think they've got bigger, but more people seem to be noticing them. (by more I mean a lady at a gig a few weeks back and a security man at Toronto airport last year). They're just balls. Slightly big, but just balls.
I'm too tired for this shit.
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