The assertion that the Taps is a family of sorts is, I feel, mainly indisputable.
[mainly, I suppose, because I’ve used the clause ‘of sorts,’ which can encompass any number of things and thus renders pretty much anything indisputable.
A curse on my imprecision]
A loosely related, barely talking, slightly dysfunctional, often in family court, kind of family; but still related nevertheless.
And like any extended family, ours is one within which there are some members whom you’d wish just weren’t in it at all, some whom you would wish would visit far more often, and some entirely much (if at all) less often.
Equally, there are those that you love, those you like, those to whom you are merely indifferent, and those towards whom you frankly only harbour ill-will and homicidal thoughts.
[as always, I name no names]
But, it is a family.
Look out for us soon on the Jeremy Kyle show.
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