Hereditary

Stupidity and daftness run in my family, I’m sure of it.

My brother spent the weekend surfing – off the coast of North Wales, which even he admits was “effing cold”. I spent Saturday taking party in a “Murder in the Wild West” mystery party. (of which more later)

There’s not even any real hope for me in the future – the party was for Herself’s mum, who is currently slightly laid-up, having broken her ankle in two places getting off her narrowboat in order to tie it up while they went through a lock.

I don’t know about “Misery loves company”, but Insanity sure as hell does.