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So my parents arrived from England yesterday, tired and happy and crazy as ever. They brought me so many goodies – hob nobs, chocolate digestives, branston pickle, roll on deodorant (seriously, land of the free, what is up with the lack of roll on choices?) – I could hardly bear to leave home this morning, especially knowing my swag is within my flatmates’ reach.

Also, my Dad decided within minutes (if not seconds) of meeting my lovely new (well, new since I last saw them a year ago, we’ve been together for six and a half months of gorgeousness now) boyfriend, that he looks like Martin Clunes.

For those of you unfamiliar with his body of work, here’s a pic.

attractive?

And here’s my lovely fella.

So yes, thanks Dad but no thanks.