Moving vile Asians

OK maybe that's too harsh a title for a post about my parents.

But man, it was Nag City this weekend.

I haven't finished moving into my new flat, but they came to visit anyway 'cos they were in town for a conference. So I had my work cut out, from making the flat presentable, to ferrying them & their friends around and trying to keep them fed & entertained.

But I survived with my sanity intact, just...

Culminated this morning in Mum & Dad wanting eggs for breakfast - there were none at 2 local petrol stations but I eventually found a supermarket, followed by another one which was actally open.
I bring home my hard-earned quarry - my parents then tell me off for eating eggs, which are unhealthy! I just can't win!

I also tried to teach them how to say "Cotswolds". We went via "coleslaw", "cold sore", "Cat's World", Costwell" and "cots swill" but they eventually got it.

Then they changed their mind and decided to visit somewhere else instead.


Nnnnrrrrrrggggaaaaaaarrrgh!