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Well, my 100 Things About Me has worked out quite well. Had a few emails and a couple of people have done theirs too.
And wow! Looks like Andy has updated my blog engine to allow comments. He's the man! Although, I dont seem to have anything on my admin page to allow/disallow comments on a per post basis. Erm. Maybe I didnt mention that to him...
Had the kids yesterday evening along with Shauni (Petes eldest daughter). We had to get some homework sorted out for her on the computer. It looked damn good, even if I say so myself. The thing that impressed her the most - my typing speed. Cool :)
Had a most bizarre experience last night at my Nans house. I turned up, walked into her lounge and said hello to my Nan, before turning round and plonking myself into a chair. My Nan got up and went to the kitchen, after introducing me to her friend. The conversation with her friend went along these lines, with her starting:
"So who are you then?"
"Tudor. I'm her grandson."
"You can't be."
[Now that threw me]
"Ummm. Yes, I am"
"No. She doesnt have one."
[This was news to me. But I thought it best to stick to my guns]
"She does. Its me. My mum is her daughter."
"Trudi?"
"Yes. Trudi. Thats my mum."
"No. She only has a daughter."
"That'll be my sister, Jessica."
"Yes. Jessica. Lovely girl.
"Right. So my sister is Jessica and I'm her brother Tudor. She's my Nan."
[Now that it was all explained, I thought that was it. However, I hadn't reckoned on "old peoples reasoning"]
"Are you sure?"
[At that point it began to dawn on me that maybe I wasnt so sure]
"Yes. She's my Nan."
"No"
"She is really. I'm her grandson. Brother to Jessica and son of Trudi."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Well, arent you a nice big lad!"
Notice the complete lack of comprehension of the issue caused. Subject closed and that was it. Madness!
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