I was thinking of writing a book called “My Family and Other Idiots.”
I wonder if it is just me and my family who are idiots, or whether everyone in the world is an idiot and you only spot it in your family because you spend so much time with them. The other people you meet can mask their real idiocy and idiosyncrasy because you only interact with them for a few hours a day, but your family (and you yourself) donÂ’t have that luxury. We see each other at our eccentric best and our annoying worst.
Which means youÂ’re allowed to be incredibly rude to each other.
Is that what love boils down to?
My family are all idiots in a good way, but as we played cards together tonight, all shouting and talking nonsense and pretending to take it seriously and occasionally taking it too seriously I did wonder whether we were all in fact mental. Maybe all families arenÂ’t like this. If they were IÂ’d have been able to hear the same kind of noises coming from all the other caravans.
All I could hear was a sort of embarrassed silence.
The silence said “Aren’t the family in that caravan weird?”
ThatÂ’s OK though. I would hate to be considered normal by caravanners.(I was sleeping in a tent, so thatÂ’s OK).
If my family are all mental and if we are all idiots then I like it that way. ItÂ’s been great spending time with the two branches of my mental idiots. I donÂ’t see them enough.
Off to Edinburgh tomorrow. Wonder what that will be like.
