Ironing bored

I hate ironing.. Unless I'm really in the mood, which probably happens twice a year! Chore.

Lazy day after some mild panic about my mum moving in with her fella next weekend.. Realisation that I won't really have 'my mums' to go to anymore! Obviously, I will, because she's my mum and wherever she is will be my mums.. But still feels weird that she'll be living somewhere I've never known as home. As long as she's happy though, that's all I care about. 28 years is a long time to live alone (with your wayward child returning from time to time) :)