It was one of those weekends that just flew by in a rush but yet somehow seemed to go past really slowly, if you get my drift. The entire weekend seemed to be filled with fiddly chores that failed to yield any pleasure in their completion all mixed up with lots of chauffeuring to and fro of daughters to visit friends, to shops, to work or to clubs. Meeting up with friends seems to happen out of nowhere with no real structure or organisation behind them or even given a passing thought as to how they're going to actually get there or even get back home again... maybe they just casually assume that good ol' Dad is really happy to stay up into the wee small hours just for chauffeuring duties because he loves to stay up late waiting for the call to pick them up when they've had enough fun for one night. Just for once I'd like them to think about the other people that have to get involved in their last minute organisational chaos.
Oh well, maybe I shouldn't complain.
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