Tell me about it, although by the law of averages, there must be some disagreeable ones.
When my elder son had been seeing his German girlfriend for almost a year, I had a phone call from his mother, my ex wife.
“Did you know that X is thinking of marrying that German girl?”
“No, but so what?”
“Are you happy with it?”
I said, “We are talking about the slim blonde kid, loves horses, and never stops smiling?”
She said, “Yes, but what’s that got to do with it?”
I said, “Do you recall that skank from Dulwich, that he was seeing a while back?”
“Yes.”
I said, “Then put your hands together, and thank the good Lord that he got my good looks, and your common sense.”
