Monday, June 28, 2004
Today my father and I scrapped like a couple of schoolboys. No fists of course, only collar-grabbing and pushing. My mother came to the rescue, and yelled "Get away from each other right now!" My father has a temper, and supposedly no one gets my humour. But once one of us gets near each other, throw down the gloves and let's dance (tango anyone?). Afterwards, I yell at him, he curses, I go to my bedroom, and he heads off to the garage. My mother will then approach the both of us and a forced apology is made. We laugh, and the cycle continues. It's a loving relationship, really!
