I called dad this morning. He's got a date with a surgeon for a knee replacement at the end of June. We discussed a range of issues then I asked him how he voted in the recent British election. Big mistake.
'BNP' he said. At first I thought he was joking. But he wasn't. I screamed at him in disbelief. He used to be left of centre. I got my ideas of social justice especially in the workplace, from him. Now he's siding with the party whose members have swastikas tattooed on their bodies. It is an act of betrayal.
He wants Britain to be British. When I asked him what that meant he started raving on about immigrants. I pointed out that half of them were probably British born. I was so disappointed I couldn't speak for a while, even felt like putting the phone down on him. When he talked about someone in the family who is living on welfare under false pretences I reminded him that it was alright because they were BRITISH! I shall be making those kind of digs at him till one or other of us dies. UUgh!!!!!
On a much nicer note Skye visited the mini Hewers' home for the first time. The living room and play room are newly painted and carpeted, looking lovely. Of course Annika and Mathew wanted to hold the baby right away but when it came to Mathew's turn he buried his head in the settee. He is so shy that boy. Eventually we settled Skye on his lap but he kept his head down the whole time. In other ways he's very outgoing but every now and then the shyness bug hits him, and woe betide you if you hurt his feelings. After taking it all in, Skye rewarded us with her big beautiful smiles.
The roast pork was a success, especially the crackling (a la Masterchef) and Melissa's boyfriend's mum sent over a lovely Tiramisu. Skye was awake on the ride home looking at the world go by quietly content, an angel baby.
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