We hadn't introduced any other parents into the mix since the disaster in February (see my first posting) when my father decided that a seizure might liven things up. Last Friday evening saw another attempt with us hurtling Northwards with R at the helm glowering at me as I desperately sent my last few texts to friends before we hit a world without telephone masts. It felt like I might not come back - R's Dad has a lot of guns.
As we headed up the drive I swallowed the inclination to see what happens if you open the door and roll out of a speeding car. Not only was I meeting R's parents for the first time but I was the first boyfriend of R's they'd ever met.
R's mother rose to the occasion and greeted me like a long lost relative. R's father looked at me like the dodgy boyfriend of a beloved daughter.
Supper was delicious and wine oiled the wheels but as bedtime loomed the hanging question of where we were going to sleep felt like a giant neon elephant in the room - pirouetting. Finally R put us all out of our misery and asked the question. His parents had risen to the occasion. Not only had they prepared a double room but also R's old twin room and the choice was ours. Muttering something R hurtled for the stairs without a backwards glance. His relief when I finally tracked him down was palpable.
