Oboe, Mummy and the Cow foot Woman

I've said it before on this blog and I'll say it again: You can't beat good company. There's nowt like it. For the past week we have had two guests staying with us, Helen's mother Hushna, hence forth known as Mummy, (since this is what she requested) and Swazi, Hel's sister and general nutjob, hence forth known as Oboe (since I find it funny). I had only met the pair of them once before (maybe twice) and then only briefly - they seemed nice enough, but generally speaking, if there's one thing I've learned over the past few years, its that Hel's family are a bit 'special' and you're never sure quite what you are going to get. You can tell its special, because having been with Hel for 6 years, this is the first time I've met them....Shenanigans, that's all I'm going to say on the matter.

Well, I needn't have worried. The pair of them were lovely, and I had a hugely entertaining week, listening to their stories, being witness to their insanity and hearing tales of the Cow foot woman. Much wine was drunk and much quality food was eaten. great stuff. When the 3 of them get going, they don't half talk....

The house seemed very quiet on Thursday night I can tell you.