I might have mentioned my mixed-metaphor middle brother? He who wanted to "borrow grandma's rosemary beads" to go to a Catholic uni. He who is fairly happy "with his plot in life". He who though there was "a really good cellibate" at the last wedding he went to. And my personal favourite, he who doesn't want to "butter around the bush".
But last night there was a hint as to where it came from. Dad was on the phone to some head honcho of rugby league, and he said "you know, I am pretty green behind the gills on these matters."
Gold from the patriach!
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