A Nephew Of A Sunday.

.............And then it all got better! From a very shaky start it has turned out to be a really good Sunday, principally because I spoke to my nephew!!!
My nephew is briller than a good thing which has just won an international superbness competition. He is the kind of bloke I always wanted to be but, sadly, life got in the way. When he was just five years old he told me he didn't want a Christmas present because "I just get too excited". If that don't stir you up you ain't got no mixer option.
He has gone on from there to act on the decent genes I have in my make-up, but none of the crap ones. He does, for instance, love wildlife, animals and the real world in general. He is great with people and makes friends more easily than other people pick up STDs - he did, for instance, meet my mutant chums just once on a weekend away and they adopted him immediately as their hero, dubbing him "Marvellous" for his habit of apeing the way we greeted every new beer or experience. He is, however and above all, talented. One of the talents he has of which I am most proud is that he is a damn good cook! He told me today, or rather his gran (my mother) told me, that he had cooked Tunisian lamb for Mothers' Day. It involved marinading the boned leg of lamb and then dishing it up with exotic, roasted vegetables. His marinade, I remember, involved yogurt, mint and a host of other ingredients. His dad (my brother) finds boiling an egg difficult so where this talent for cooking has come from I do not know. All I know is that I LOVE COOKING and was the first of my line to take an interest in it. It could be me? I bloody hope so.
He has, unfortunately, opted to become a police officer. I know, I know! I wanted him to join me with an Armalite on top of a tower block when we took over the world but it is now not to be. The way I look at it, however, is that the wanky reputation of thick coppers who lie to protect their own and would beat you up in the quiet of the cells at a moment's notice can only be changed by decent people working from the inside. If anyone can change that reputation, it is my nephew.
I always wanted kids of my own but, for a variety of reasons, it was not to be. Having said that, now that my nephew is in the world the job is done. He is the lad I would have loved to have had and I'm sure I could not have improved on him.
Anyway, he made my day. It is, however, still snowing on what has otherwise been a strange day but I am replete.
To add to it all, a little behind the return of my newts and the flowering of my crocuses, my magnolia has finally flowered. It is usually well ahead of everything else in Spring but, better late than never.
My day has ended well. Hurrah!