My daughter brought a new boyfriend home for the first time , as I was sat at the kitchen table in my pants , sharpening my deer gralloching knife , with bits of blood spattered on me . He was a nice kid , and I really liked him , but he was always a bit scared of me , and was always on edge when I was around.
A couple of years later , she gave me the heads up that she was bringing a new boyfriend home , and said " can you at least try to be dressed this time please" .