Don't Be Afraid to Lose Control....

Tooli is celebrating her birthday tonight.

I'm sitting ensconced in a bedroom, half full of Boy's packing, and half full of breakables from down stairs, listening to 17 girlies screaming their faces off. They think they are singing.... I think my neighbours may have a different idea.

I went out and left them to it, joined me Mam and J in the pub for the Pub Quiz, which we didn't do, but nodded knowingly at the questions, pretending we knew them all. (oh god they are singing S Club 7 now)....

I came back in and Tooli says, "What were the Jelly Gins you made in the fridge mum? "Erm, Jelly Gin" I says. "What have we do to with them?" Erm... Did I really birth this child?

Now that they have tasted them, they want more. I should have made more than I did! But aren't you impressed that they didn't just eat them while I was out, but waited for confirmation before they set about them.

I'm going to turn off the light now.... and pretend to sleep. Maybe I will just drift off and when I wake up...... they'll all be away and the house will be clean and tidy.

Or maybe I'll be a fairy?