I have just dropped off a 6 man tent to my daughter, who won't be staying in it and even if she was, it's now too dark to put it up.
I am also trying to stay awake till 1am.
I'll say that again in case you weren't shocked enough...I am trying to stay awake till one-in-the-morning in order to collect Number 1 daughter from the party with the tent, that several teenagers will have tried to put up in the dark.
The same tent that takes 10 sturdy festival-goers (sobriety mandatory) some 1.5 hours to pitch because of its geodetic design and its three 'pods'.
Not to mention its colour co-ordinated poles with fitted keys. The pods always make me feel very new age. Once we've played our annual game of tent wrestling , we shackle it to the ground and - still too scared to let go of the guy ropes - crack open a few celebratory bottles of hard liquor with our teeth.
Teenagers tipsy on weak punch will never manage.
It'll be a massacre.
It'll pummel them into submission.
I must remember to take my camera when I collect her.
Her 3 young, skinny, snorting stallions (ha ha ha ha ha) wrestled the tent out of the boot of my car and she skipped down the drive with a cheery 'Cheers Mum' in her very short shorts and the scarf in her hair, a- la- Madonna in Desperately Seeking Susan .
I mentioned that to her the other day but she's never heard of it, nor has she seen Molly Ringwald in 'Pretty in Pink'. I must rectify both situations, she'd feel right at home.
She's wearing my very short shorts from way back when I could wear short shorts but still looked crap in them.
She looks fabulous; legs up to her ears.
She also now owns my old bomber jacket and various other bits of vintage. I am so proud.
She is independent. She has found her own style. Thank God she's finding her voice.
Actually, as I write that I can plainly see that she's found my style.
I am so proud!
Drumming of fingers.
'Pah' noise with mouth every now and again.
Usually by now, I'd have 2 cooking sherries and a swig of lighter fuel. At this rate, I'll have to actually clean the house to stay awake.
I did tell her to bring home everyone that wouldn't fit in the tent but our bathroom is shocking!
The cooker has enough food on, under and around it to cook another meal.
If there was a fire, there would be no unobstructed path to the door.
You think you'll never need a tidy house after 9pm but there was always that time - with Nibbles.
Yeh! You can look all innocent!
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