Thursday, October 08, 2009

A few weeks ago Dad mentioned that this weekend he planned to travel to London to hear a lecture by my uncle Ken. Since Juliette wasn’t going I invited myself along. Tonight I called him to see what time he wanted to meet at the train and he told me he wanted to drive and that he’d pick me up. After hanging up I thought great, now I’m going to be subjected to sheer terror every time he pulls out to pass in England.



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