It started five hours earlier than yours, that's pretty certain.
I ended my parents evening with two of my favourite parents, proper Norfolk folk, my own kind, simple, earthy, with big smiles and rough hands. They warned me about the outrageous and very scary fog creeping in over the fields. That was very nice of them.
They were nicer than the American parent who noticed my new tie filled with little donkeys.
"Democrat?"
After that he let his agreeable and not uneasy on the eyes wife do the talking while he looked through his daughter's books.
The fog was indeed outrageous and scary and it took me ages to drive home. I would have got home sooner but at the Hackford turn I got stuck behind somebody doing 12 (TWELVE) mph. The fog was bad but for f**** sake! This is Norfolk! LEARN TO EFFING WELL DRIVE DOWN TWISTY AND SHIT SCARY COUNTRY LANES IN FOG WHAT YOU CAN'T SEE YOUR WINDSCREEN WIPERS IN!! IT'S WHY YOU HAVE HEADLIGHTS!!
The fog seemed to bring out the crowds when it came to the chip shop. When I walked in there were 7 men and a lady waiting in silence. The boy Kenny sorted us all out pretty quickly. When the lady left all the men started chatting, the boy kenny asked me to add up some prices "Come on, you teach maths dontcha?"
Frau Random Doubt had gone to her American chum's house for an election drinkette and girly gossip so I popped into the off licence and the chip shop before getting home to release the babysitter (my mum).
I'm tempted to rise at 4am and follow events. I'm that excited.
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Thank you.
I was all ready to enjoy (what I hope will be) the best night since I moved to America and then you had to go and remind me of fog and chip shops.
Now I'm all teary-eyed.
I miss fog and chip shops.
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