Bjarni's parents went back to Iceland this morning, and I'm disappointed to report that their meeting with my own parents went surprisingly well.
My mother, who had spent the day on her knees picking dog hair off the carpet, managed to keep swearing to a minimum and only mentioned sex once. And my father, who had cooked a traditional Welsh roast for the occasion, had had a tooth removed the day before and seemed to have given up smoking. The whole thing was very civilised — kind of like four adults meeting for the first time and having a nice dinner together.
At one point in the evening it was suggested that I make something dramatic up so as not to disappoint my readers, but, unfortunately, lying on my blog is just not something that I'm prepared to do.
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Hahaha We'll have to work on more of an uproar on the next meet, Annie! :) Great pics! But as I recall, more are in the offing... We'll be waiting. :) Thanks for posting these so promptly.
ReplyDeleteWe got home on time and Lora picked us up at the airport. Now we are both sitting in the livingroom, checking out everybody's blog entries, etc. We had a great time but it is nice to be home again and it looks like we brought the good weather back with us. :)
Thanks again to you and Bjarni for being such wonderful hosts!
So Bjarni is still hangin' in there then?
ReplyDeleteLove the pics.
glad it went so smoothly; you give me hope. I'm facing the same scenario this weekend, and I hope my parents can keep the swearing to a minimum.
ReplyDeletethat photo of the snowdon horshoe is STUNNING! any chance I can buy an A4 print?
WHY is there a bin after my comment?
ReplyDeletenot lying as a wise woman once said, just adding salt - looks very civilised!
ReplyDeleteThanks Chaucers, it's my favourite too. You can have any prints you like, just click "view all sizes" and download the original.
ReplyDeletegot it! thank-ee muchly.
ReplyDeleteGlad you believe in telling the unvarnished truth, Annie. Let that be a lesson to you, young Flirty. Good to hear everyone got on so well and appreciated that fabulous Welsh scenery. But if everything went so swingingly, what exactly was your mum swearing about?
ReplyDeleteThat's somehow very frightening.
ReplyDeleteJust found your blog, and I have to say, I'm quite intrigued.
ReplyDelete...and being from san francisco, I have to add that the parties have actually gotten much better since moving to Ireland... San Francisco has nothing on athlone. :)
Jaipers Annie, doesn't Bjarni look like the old fellah, same face and in a few years, the same hair, teeth, mould, ear wax etc.
ReplyDeleteHey Kimberly, welcome. Just checked out your photo blog, your pics are gorgeous! Every time I meet somebody from America I wonder fleetingly if they might propose. My friend Grainne studied in Athlone so I can believe it about the parties.
ReplyDeleteSid, I kind of thought you were dead. Every so often your comments make me laugh. But it's only usually about 1 in every 100.
M. Trotteur got in ahead of me with the Bjarni genes comment... as we say, 'it wasn't off the ground he licked it'!
ReplyDeleteMary... the dustbin's there for you (and you only) to bin your comment, say in case you thought Bjarni Niceland would take fright at it!
Thanks Conan, I am completely computer-illiterate, I was fiddling with it the other day and think I've set up my own blog site.
ReplyDeleteI think I've set up two others, unfortunately I can never find them.
Actually I am AFRAID of the computer.
Sad.
Hey Annie,
ReplyDelete1 in a 100, surely you mean 3? anyways, you look at the photo again and tell me you cant see a similarity and if you cant I'll leave you in peace. My missus is similar to me Ma in a way - save forty odd years - so don't fret, its a natural oedipan thing we got going on - lets not tell anyoine though eh!
I now understand the pirate stuff.
ReplyDeleteNo I don't. Why is Bjarni talking like a pirate?
ReplyDeleteYarrrrrh, it be the day for it! [visit Twenty Major to see it in extremis]
ReplyDeleteI'm not actually talking like a pirate because:
ReplyDeletea) they sound Cornish, and
b) I don't have anybody to talk to.
I just made the banner because I have too much time on my hands. It's called "working from home".
saw your photos. Your man is lucky to have a witty attractive woman like you. Hope the film course goes well.
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