Oh, I forgot to mention…
My Dad once again displayed his love of cross dressing at the New Year party, when he turned up on the doorstep adorned with my mother’s skirt and flowery top.
He has a habit of doing this.
One year, he made a dress out of curtains and INSISTED that he needed to buy some chewing gum. No. He just wanted to go into the petrol station like that.
WHY??????
