Trouble in Paradise

A couple of years ago my sister and I started writing occasional features for the Irish Independent newspaper. Most of the pieces are just lighthearted looks about whatever is going on in our lives at the time. But it was one such piece that got her into trouble.

It was coming up to Valentine's Day and, if I remember correctly her article was titled 'Thinking of moving in with your boyfriend this Valentines? Well Think Again.' Or something along those lines. It went on to list the not so great points of moving in with your other half.  For some strange reason her boyfriend took offence. I can't think why. The point is we both learned an early lesson in writing publicly about your personal life - don't publish anything unless the person you're writing about has sign off.

Aaanyway.....This week Disapproving Dad and I had an argument. Now I say argument but actually it was more like a John Wayne style stand off of epic proportions. For 3 days and 3 nights we kept our silence, both confident of our partners culpability, both quietly determined not to give in. Actually it was getting slightly comical - shuffling past each other to get to the sink, making our own individual dinners - whilst the tumbleweed continued to blow throughout the house.

It only came to an end when our friends who were due for dinner on Saturday night got wind of it and refused to come unless we were actually on speaking terms.

So, as the ice thawed and we gave each other a very public display of affection Disapproving Dad asked me 'So, are you planning to run off and blog about this now?'

'As if' I replied as haughtily as I could manage 'I would do such a thing'.