Parental units in da house

My parents have a pretty decent life, flitting from holiday to holiday in their retirement days, so of course it was time to give their beloved daughter a visit. They stayed in the hotel which they were pleasantly suprised at, considering I had brandished it a crap hole before they arrived.

It wasn't long however, until Margey was causing some Weaver style embarassment.

It all started with my ma interrupting a scuba diving lesson to ask whether they had any boots made of wet suit, and she then went into great detail about her sensory deficiency which took her 5 minutes to remember the name of, which also warranted pulling up a pew to get a bit more involved and fully and completely embarrass me. Thanks Nicola, who was present at said lesson for keeping a lid on the fact that she was my mother.