As it was Dad’s birthday last Monday, Mum took him to a fancy hotel last night for a swish meal. I was going to stay at my sisters (who is 28) but they were having the spare room plastered so I would have to sleep downstairs. We finally decided it’d probably be best if she stayed at ours where we could spend some quality time together.
She came over about 5 and we made fajitas for tea. We had a fabulous evening eating our bodyweights in sweets and watching The Voice.