Last night was my son's 21st birthday party,
he is not 21 until sunday, but the party night was last
night it was easier, for everyone if it was on the weekend coming
night rather than on sunday when work, college or school was the next day.

We had a great night, it went so well I was delighted, so was he.
The ex came, stayed for the cake and a bit of the music and then went
that was okay with me, probably he would have liked to stay but I think he had
done the rounds and people had ran out of things to say to him,
without an awkward silence
however, what can he expect.

I myself had a good night,
I stayed on the soft drinks, and
drove home, the weather was awful, bucketing it down,
no way was I walking it home, freezing
my butt off and my feet killing me,
it was great to just get in the car and come home.

A gang of my son's friends came back after the party, and
had a bit of a session it was a late night, but they were
good lads and lasses, and noone acted the maggot, and thankfully
noone puked, because once again there was no water in the taps,
as the council are conserving water, It amazes me that
in a country surrounded by water and where it rains too frigging much
we have a water shortage.
Why didnt they shovel the snow into the resevoire until it melted fill the
freaking thing up again. huh
Brainwave, nah.
M