I'm kicking myself up the bum tonight. I'm getting changed to go down to dinner and I thought how it would be nice seen as how it's a special occasion with mum and dad, that it would have been nice and special to wear the nice red dress they bought me for my adoption party. My only saving grace is that I didn't have much time to think about anything being whisked off my feet like I was.
I can't help but think that instead of telling me to mentor his favourite son, dad should do it himself. Especially with regard to the whisking off of feet business. I'm sure it would be far more effective to tell Charlotte, or whoever it is today, "Get some things together, I'm whisking you off for a luxury weekend in the Peak District, we're leaving in an hour!" Rather than, "Will you teach me to ride your horse Charlotte."
But it did seem to work with her, so what do I know. I know which I prefer though, even if it does mean I forget half the things I need.
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