Clocks

Sunday morning we awoke bright and early. Fresh as the Spring morning the family danced down to the kitchen to have breakfast. Outside the sun was shining and the daffodils gently swaying in the breeze. I could not believe that we were all up so early and ready to have breakfast and go to Mass. After breakfast we all dressed and got into the car to arrive at St Josephs Church. I parked the car in the service area car park and noticed that there were lots of cars already there. I commented to husband, 'there are a lot of cars here' , he commented back and 'yes no body getting in or out of them.' I then said Mass is at 1030am as usual? He said' I will check.' He got of the car and walked off into the mass of cars until he slowly disappeared around the brick wall surrounding the perimeter fence of St Josephs. Leaving me listening to a rendition of Don Williams singing Gypsy woman. This was only on as a punishment as soon as he was out of the way I switched over to Green Day until I saw him a few minutes later walking back around the wall when I flicked it back to Don Williams He was shaking his head from side to side. I assumed that maybe as we did not attend church a few weeks before we had not caught up with news that mass times had changed but in fact it was worse, we had forgotten to put the clocks forward. We were an hour late. As husband climbed back into the car unaware that Don Williams was still playing the same song as when he left, he stated the obvious and that we had missed church. Rockstar piped up from the back "Whoaa oooo no church" This was followed with a threat of returning at 5pm.
We still had mother dearest to look forward to as she was coming round for dinner. She has been warned that she would be subjected to some new Machero material, so she could do her Simon Cowell bit. So after a roast dinner and the obligatory clearing up the kitchen after we open the proceedings with Sitting on the Dock of the Bay, loud proud and with punch. We turned to our appreciative audience and saw that mother dearest reserved her right to remain silent. Not even a 'no comment' shrugging our shoulders we then moved onto "into the deep" with the same result and so we tactically changed era. We went for I want to hold your hand by the Beatle which had her singing along but still with no comment. By now we were in full swing and enjoying ourself and mother dearest was standing by the door with her hat and coat and handbag tapping her foot. I thought excellent she is finally getting into the music. We continued to play and turned acoustic for a rendition of Romeo and and Juliet with husband on the mike. Mother dearest sat back down on the stool and said "I didn't know you could sing , can I go home now?" At this point Mini Machero did a version of Sweetest Thing by U2" with Rockstar singing the lead and Mini Minx singing the backing Sweetest Thing , however half way through Minx insisted that she was going to sing Eddy. This then brought on a full rendition of Eddy, which still remains a firm favourite. Three quarters of an hour had past since Mother dearest had first put her hat and coat on. Dark Marge and SJ take note Eddy Eddy Eddy Oi Oi Oi!!.
Chippy sent three text messages pleading for us to send him the playlist for practice tomorrow. We thought you made it up as you went along like your carpentry.
Then as the night was drawing to the end a haunting melody could be heard. In the back room wifey was strumming the chords to Gypsy woman. Ready again to haunt husband with more country he decided to join in with mandolin. Let me tell you F's are not the only chords husband has trouble with we have found out its A7 as well in fact, he butchered the whole song and laughed. Gypsy woman turned into a whole load of b*****cks.