It's pissing down again. Dad says he's never seen so much rain. Gran begs to differ. She keeps referring to The Great Flood of 1965. I've checked local records and can find no mention of said flood. Dad says that's because there wasn't one. Apparently gran is referring to an incident involving a faulty washing machine. This revelation has led me to reevaluate gran's other annus horribilis, that of The Great Fire of 1974. Mum has verified my suspicions. Turns out she merely burnt a piece of toast.
Dave says his gran had a horribilis annus once. He says she was forced to take antibiotics for months on end. His ability to completely miss the point of any given conversation continues to fascinate me.
Dave also says that toast cannot be burnt. He claims it's already burnt. I wish he'd go home. A dispute with Sharon regarding the custody of a TV remote-control during Euro 2012 has seen him languishing here for almost a week now!