Everyone was anxious. What if the old folks hated one another on sight?
In the event everything turned out splendidly. We sat on the decking, drank beer and made conversation. Yes- even I, Mr Unsociablity, made conversation. It was a lovely afternoon.
Sara's dad has this amazing story about how he was working in a shop in Guilford, Surrey- the dullest town on earth- and sold a microwave to a fat, little guy with a ponytail who turned out to be Marlon Brando. Marlon Brando buying microwaves in Guilford! Does anyone out there have an explanation?
On a self-regarding note, I guess this means I've passed the point of no return and become the father-in-law. I'm no longer Ben Stiller, I'm Robert de Niro; and I don't mean the Robert de Niro of Taxi Driver.