Not looking forward to tomorrow. The good bit is I’m spending it with my parents. Th bad bit is so is my racist, bigoted, conspiracy-theorist, billy-no-mates, gammony, Farage/Trump/Tory supporting bore of an uncle. He genuinely has no real friends and no proper hobbies so all he talks about is politics and as a cherry on the top he refuses to acknowledge anyone else’s opinion other than his own. A complete and utter moron of a man who has never fully grown up – lived with his mum all his life until she passed away a decade ago, never achieved anything of note but thinks he’s a success as he has a few quid in savings (all stashed in cash round his council bungalow as he doesn’t trust the banks) – and is slowly going blind. He has no empathy towards anyone or anything ( literally walked his last dog to death despite our protestations) so sucks the joy out of every situation he is involved in. The only reason he’s allowed over is mum takes pity on him (her brother) and lets him come round as he’d have nowhere else to go. He will walk in, start talking (and not shut up until he leaves which will be when he chooses, not when it’s a natural time or polite to!) and not help whatsoever, waiting for ‘his’ food to arrive, take his presents then continue talking again.
I hate the man but for the sake of my mum I’ll put up with him for a few hours.
