So we got back from our second trip to London on Sunday.  I’m quite grateful that Francy loves London and is not your stereotypical Italian.  Were he to be like most of our acquaintances he’d talk smack about the food and basically blather out any weird and half-assed statements which make Italy superior to all other civilizations.  Instead, he loves people who wait in line properly, follow rules in generaland are friendly. He enjoys trying new foods (although I was told that Lebanese was good, but not his fave-fine whatever, and noted quickly that Londoners are 200 times more stylish than Italians.

I also noticed that as time passes, he’s starting to think like me.  Is this a good thing? Hell yeah it is!  The only thing is that, as usual, I never get credit for being the first person to have stated such opinions.

In the past (most likely in an argument about his mother) he’d claimed that older folks became difficult or stubborn in their old age.  I pointed out that despite not knowing a lot of seniors I could guarantee that most older folks who are difficult at 70, were most likely difficult at 25, 35, 45, and so on.

So what does he say one day when he’d started to accept that his mother was bonkers?  You guessed it, and if not just read what I said:)

A few months back I’d suggested that maybe part of the problem with his so-called friends was that he had nothing in common with them.  I was quickly given the rebuttal that one doesn’t have to have anything in common with their friends.

Yeah, you just go ahead and scratch your heads on that one for a minute.

Again, one afternoon while we’re strolling/shopping merrily in London and chit chatting about the bitchy, unsupportive and just plain weird comments his “friends” make, what does the big guy say?  10 bonus points for the person who guessed “Exactly what you said earlier about Francy having nothing in  with his friends”.

I mean don’t get me wrong in all of this.  I’m happy that Francy and I are starting to think alike.  I just want credit where credit is due.

I probably would’ve made a fuss about it all had I not been high on several cups of American style coffee, 3 trips to the Gap and reduced blood flow thanks to fish and chips and 2 Cadbury cream eggs (Oh God no, not in the same meal!!!).

And to end it all on a high note…

the sign of a truly civilized society…a giant “gold” Freddy Mercury.

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