Browntown

Hello blogosphere.

I am now writing from Whatthefuckistan and it is much less than perfect-- as only can be expected.

Every now and then, my Mum drags my dad, the kids, and I along to these "brown things" as I've coined them.

They're a group of her friends all who are younger than her and thus have kids much younger than me...

The conclusion that you can come to is that I'm mindlessly bored.

Not even taking into account that they're usually on Saturdays when I have better things to do...

This particular Saturday it was a bonfire, a rave, or just hanging out.

But I'd be with Elicia, Katherine and Leon, so the circumstances surrounding the situation really would not have mattered to me-- at all.

And if these things happened to have kids my age, which they sometimes do, the kids are without fail either over-achievers or incredibly socially awkward.

At least this is my last year of this crap, at least it makes Mum happy?

It's time for dinner.

Let's hope this lady cooks well.