Usually he comes with an entourage of wife and kids. Not this time. Usually the kids fill awkward silences. Not this time. Usually the sister in law provides a buffer for his opinions and odd ideas of how life should be lived (by other people). Not this time.
Yep, just me and my bro, hanging like homies.
So, what to do? Luckily, he's already spotted a couple of exhibitions he wants to see, and there's always the fall back position of the cinema.
Eating out is a bit problematic because a) he has a limited palate and b) I refuse to pander to it. We'll see how that one works out, eh?
In a 'greater-love-hath-no-man' moment I went above and beyond the call of brotherly duty and bought tickets for the football on Sunday. Brother loves a bit of footie and so he's absolutely made up with this 'gift' as he keeps calling it (I was thinking he'd pay for his own ticket, but apparently not).
The football match is between Paris Saint Germain and Nancy.
Brother has already informed me that he's going to buy me a 'Nancy' supporters scarf. Apparently he thinks this is hilarious. He seems to have told everyone, so funny it is.
My Mother called me earlier to say 'have a lovely time with your brother' and 'don't fall out with each other'. Then she said:
"...enjoy the football match. Your brother tells me he's going to buy you a scarf".
"So he told you too, then?"
"Yes. He said it's a scarf with 'Nancy Boy' written on it"
I don't stand a chance.