We were out for dinner this evening, to the best Indian restaurant in Scotland. I wanted to die at least twice. Firstly, we were discussing my evil neighbours, who are cabin crew. My Dad pipes up "I mean, they are ONLY waitresses" just as the table staff were passing by. Then he starts talking about the TV show "It aint half hot mum" (a war comedy set in India). I asked him to change the topic on conversation, but he insisted on finishing the story. He also insists on talking to strange children. A habit of his that makes me really uncomfortable. Most people are not keen on strange old men talking to their kids.
Dinner with my Dad is just far more stressfull than it should be. I need a drink.