My felonous second cousin moved into my house with his mum today. Here marks day 1 of what will eventually be a total of 61 days of hell. Why 61? First of all, he doesn't start boarding school til next month, so for the next month he'll be staying at my house. When he is at boarding school, his mum will fly back home, only to be replaced by his dad who, quelle surprise, will ALSO be staying at our house for a month. It's funny because neither of them have ever asked us whether they could stay at our house, they just assumed it was ok. Until this morning, when my dad went to pick them up from the airport, we still thought they'd be staying at a hotel or a B&B. I'm not sure when or even how my dad actually twigged that they would be staying at our house, but it can't have been an easy conversation.
Before they came over, they told us that they had made plans and that they would spend the first week "having fun" (I'm not sure if "having fun" is that appropriate considering the circumstances) and after that he would start school. They made it sound like they would be out of the house most of the time and that they would be no trouble. Fast forward to a week later, we find out that they haven't made any plans at all and by the way, he's not starting school until a months time - Loosely translated: our schedule will consist of mooching around the house all day while making pointless converstion interspersed with moments of awkward silences until school starts.
The funniest thing is, in typical Andy fashion, my dad will be working and my brother will be at university so i'll be playing host for the next 2 months. Luckily, I too have the "work" excuse - Thank god - so I won't be spending THAT much time with them (apart from Easter and the weekends). I'm planning to stay late at work as well every night for the next 2 months so that by the time I get home, they'll be fast asleep.
Anyway, I hope I'll be able to document all of the 61 days although i'm not sure if blog.co.uk will let me have that many blogs...or whether i can be bothered. We'll see.
Oh AND they didn't even buy me any decent souvenirs, the SWINES.
