Posts Tagged ‘sea captain’

So all i needed was some bribes?

You may have known or not that my parents have arrived for their annual family holiday with the kids..
the kids being my brother and myself, and annual.. well.. every Christmas we make an effort to come together, mostly either in Australia or in Qatar, although sometimes we venture to other continents.

They arrived on the 15th of November and leave on the 30th December.
Now I though that they wouldn’t be coming this time because my brother gets married in April and they are coming over for that.
HOWEVER my parents are relishing in the idea of TWO trips to Australia.

Lots of family time.

Now since we have just emerged out of winter, the garden had a much larger proportion of weeds than it normally does, and well to put it nicely, dad is a garden fanatic.

I spent the last three weekends prior to them arriving doing gardening.
I even held a GARDENING PARTY with some friends. We all had a good laugh at Fez who misread the invite and thought he was coming to a GARDEN Party, and came with his girlfriend in their Saturday best.

Here is something that sums up a little about growing up in Africa and my weed problems..

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Sea Captain says “OH!”

Sending some birthday love towards this beardy man otherwise known as EVIL NeeeEVILe. aka Dad.
Hope you are enjoying exploring the English countryside with Mom.

Here’s some pics when you weren’t turning 55.

In fact you guys were my age.
Aah.. Younger Mom and Dad!

Blood Ties

According to he, who gave me life, I show no emotion.
I show no reaction to socialization and to people.
He likens me to a zombie.

He wonders if I even feel, if I even have a sense of humour.
As if I didn’t feel empty enough.

At least now he knows I feel pain.
My father now worried, watched in awe, as I struggled with that which was out of my control in the surgical ward.
His frantic behaviour enough to irritate even the calmest of people, my mother.

I just hope he one day understands that my sense of humour varies vastly from his, and that our opinions on most things will usually be the complete opposite.

And that one day he will accept, that this doesn’t make me wrong.

Being Disowned

By your own father.

I’ll let you guys know how it feels.
Day 1.