Cousins, Cats and Talking Like A Grown-Up

So...
I'M BACK!
Did you miss me? : D I bet you did.

I have spent a lovely two and a bit weeks with my aunt and cousin in northern France. We didn't do an awful lot, but the weather was gorgeous and it was nice to see them again before they go back to Spain in September. Sadly, this will be our last visit to them in their old house, as they are selling up and moving to Spain proper. Which is kind of sad, since that's the house I have associated with them for the last ten years.

But my favourite part of visiting my cus is her ADORABLE kitty cat. Now, I'm actually allergic to cats, as is my mother, but they are also my favourite animals, and I absolutely adore my cousins cat (who is named Tiger for her stripy colouring), and she doesn't dislike me. Luckily, I have a suplly of allergy tablets which I take every night, so I don't end up sniffing and sneezing through my holiday, and I can cuddle with Tigs as much as I want.

Cute, right?

Another nice thing about going to my cousins is the conversations I have with my aunt, which are decidedly more adult than the ones I have with my family at home. Topics of debate this time around ranged from the madness of the riots in London, to the idiocy of politicians and the people who interview them, to our thought on polygamy. So... yeah. Much more interesting than what I usually discuss with my parents. I can also be sure that anything I say won't be repeated, so I can rag on my brother, or complain about my mother trying to use her psychologist skills to analyse me when she thinks something's wrong, and I know they will never hear about it unless I choose to tell them. Which I won't.
Me and my cousin made a list of the things that each of us are so obsessive over that when we start talking about them, people's eyes glaze over and they loose track of the conversation.
Dad: Music
Brother: Gaming (especially when he gives a play by play of what he's doing on his game at any one moment)
Cousin: Cars (F1 in particular)
Me: Twilight (of course)
But we couldn't figure out what my aunt and my mum have that is similar. In the end we had to conclude that they don't have an obsession to talk about, and they tend to be the ones listening with glazed eyes. The difference is that my aunt is more likely to at least try to listen, and sometimes understands, whereas mum sometimes has to have things explained several times before she will understand, even if they are very simple things.

Anyhoo, I'm glad to be back home, even if it did chuck it down yesterday while my cousin had 20 degree weather. There is nothing more satisfying than opening your bedroom door and finding everything exactly as you left it two weeks previously.

Home Sweet Home!

See you tomorrow darlings!
Glitterb