The Father of This Lot arrived with a stack of passport forms and grunted that they needed to be filled in.
Obviously, he is considering arranging some sort of holiday.
However, since he is normally more likely to utter something along the lines of:
......I am, naturally, quite puzzled.
Unfortunately, I am not speaking to the Father of This Lot due to a particularly dastardly trick he pulled at the weekend, and pride therefore, stops me from asking about it.
YES, I KNOW pride is ANOTHER one of the Seven Deadly Sins.
May as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, I always say.
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