Surprisingly, and much to my father's dismay, there has been no gossip surrounding our engagement announcement in the AJN last week. It was a given that Oscar's name would appear alongside my parents. My brother was momentarily disappointed that the miniature schnauzer copped a guernsey and he did not, but as Oscar's age is more that of a father, then a brother, and it would probably cost another $100 to get Andrew a mention as well, he quickly built a bridge.
We expected some controversy to arise due to the format of the names. For those not close to the family, one could well have assumed that dad had remarried a bloke named Oscar. Or perhaps mum and dad were in a three-way relationship with Oscar, although I'm tipping my parents would not be that adventurous. Perhaps dad was not in fact my real father and this Oscar bloke had appeared out of nowhere after a) stalking my cooking on Facebook and gagging for a good feed b) hearing the joyous news and wanting to be part of my life again or c) spotting my big mouth on the Digital Folk website and wanting a web banner made on the cheap.
Alas, there has been no speculation. Zero. I can only assume that Oscar's turtle-neck jumpers and his very bad breath has brought him widespread fame or alternatively, people care more about the departures page.
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