16 on the 16th

Out for dinner with this lovely awkward teenager; she insisted on bringing her ID with her so she could have a glass of fizz.  (Aside: She didn't get carded.) After another dull crappy day at work, her bubbly chat about Fight Club on the way over was hilarious, and it was good to see her sister who'd been on holiday, and my folks too. 

Now the house is relatively quiet, although there are friends round for a sleepover, with masses of horrid looking fizzy pop.