Sorry for this week's radio silence but I've had an awful lot on my plate. The Revelation Prayer Room is going swimmingly (more later), my room is in disseray as I pack all my worldy possessions in boxes, and Stephen survived the two days at my familly home and his first face to face encounter with my Father post becoming my boyfriend...
My Father (I love him dearly) has a bit of a reputation when it comes to boyfriends. For years he has enjoyed the priviledge of tormenting me in front of guys I like and welcoming new boyfriends into the fold with an intimidating voice and outrageous questions. He watches the fear flicker in their eyes and chuckles to himself with mischevious glee.
Previous clangers have included the moment he asked Carl what flavour condom he prefers and the time he stole my mobile off me when I was speaking to Steve to enquire whether this was the young man who had been sticking his tongue down his daughter's throat... It's very funny in hindsight but incredibly cringeworthy at the time. Sadly my Dad know's that I'm easy to wind up...
With his past in mind I was somewhat bemused at Dad's initial lack of larks, Steve had been home 4 hours and Dad had been nothing but polite and friendly. It all became clear though that he was only lulling us into a false sense of security before he pulled his piece de la resistance! (OK I really don't know how to spell that but you get the idea!)
As we were all sitting around the dinner table (Mum, Dad, Lisa, Adam, Steve and I), chatting away eating a lovely meal, Dad reaches below the table and pulls out his hand gun. The room falls silent as we stare in dismay, he's not allowed to bring it into the house! Then the evil glint in his eye registers in my brain and I realise all too quickly for whom the gun is intended...
"So Steve, what are your intentions towards my daughter?"
Steve looked like he didn't know whether to laugh or run so I swooped in with...
"Purely Sexual"
As Mum started yelling at Dad to 'put that filthy thing away!' nervous laughter leaked from our lips. Dad looked so pleased with himself that we had to congratulate him for all the effort he went to to set it up.
It turned out it was only his replica air-gun and it broke the ice between the two of them quite well. It could have been worse I guess, though right now I can't quite think how...