Thursday, December 27, 2007

Odd

I had quite a good Christmas and got some nice presents. Yesterday I went over to my uncle’s for lunch and we had roast beef and Yorkshire puddings followed by cheeses. Then I went over to see one of my housemates from university and we had roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. Good job I like it!

My father was his usual odd self over Christmas. Let me give you a couple of examples.

We were at my sister’s house on Christmas Day and were sitting at the dining table and my father started a story:

“A long time ago I was travelling back from Munich and while I was waiting at the airport there was this really attractive lady standing nearby. She looked Italian and when I looked at the boards sure enough there was a flight to Milan.”

“Then I went and got on my flight to Heathrow and the next thing I knew the same woman came and sat down next to me.”

At this point I interjected “Dad, this story did not happen”

He replied “Yes it did”

I said “No it didn’t you’re making it up”

He continued “Anyway, when the flight took off she offered me a cigarette [this was meant to be a long time ago] and then asked if when we got back to Heathrow we could share a taxi to Croydon. I told her that I didn’t live near there and that I needed to go home”

I interjected again “Dad, you really are making this up, it didn’t happen.”

My mum then joined in and said to my father “No that really didn’t happen. What are you talking about?”

My father just makes things up, but doesn’t realise that he is and then believes them. He’s an odd man.

Then yesterday he was talking about the tiger that escaped from San Francisco Zoo. First of all he said “They think the tiger jumped a 20 foot moat and a 25 foot fence”

A short while later he mentioned the story to my uncle and said “They think the tiger jumped a 25 foot moat and a 35 foot fence” I raised an eyebrow and queried how the moat and fence had suddenly grown.

On the way home we were listening to the news on the radio and it was a 15 foot moat and a 20 foot fence.

Bizarre.

4 comments:

Tom Foolery (TF) said...

I'll do a deal with you, swop my brother for your dad......

Random Reflections said...

TF - Thanks for the offer, but there is a part of me that is wondering if it might be wiser to stick with what I know...

titration said...

I think my dad has a variation of this.

And what is yorkshire pudding?

Random Reflections said...

titration - perhaps it is a male trait!

As for what Yorkshire pudding is... now there's a question... It's basically batter and you cook it in the oven and it comes out all light and fluffy and you eat it with beef. It's lovely.

Here's a link on Wikipedia, although it's much nicer than it looks in those pictures.

If you ever come to the UK, I'll have to cook you some!