The Martin household had a visit from Uncle Thyne in the early hours of Saturday morning. Teri had been trying to co-ordinate the mission of both Andy and myself getting home over the phone. Somehow even though we left 'Whistlebinkies' (pub/venue) at the same time, we manage to walk in opposite directions. By this time I had blacked-out - the next thing I remember is being in my living room waiting for Andy's arrival in a seperate taxi. Teri reports that I claimed that I was fighting with 30 guys (rather ambitious, even for me...especially while talking on a phone.) But I made it home unscathed and amused at Teri's claim.
Uncle Andy eventually arrived but had (not-surprisingly, considering how pissed we were) lost his bag. But eventually we could get a smoke and chill out.
The next morning Andy made some calls to see if his bag was handed in - it wasn't, (poor lad) though the biggest loss was 60 fags so it could be worse.
Charlie never managed to see Andy because she was staying with Gran over the weekend visiting her cousins Patrick and Gary.
Gran comes to pick up her chicken.
Grandad looks so serious.
Gary with his favorite cousin.
Charlie's big cousins Patrick and Gary.
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