I wish I had turned 13 last week and had an amazing party for seven close friends involving kayaking for two hours (falling into the lake and drinking hot chocolate), and then going home to eat cake (lots and lots of fairy cakes) and then putting on nail varnish and make up and costumes to play a three hour murder mystery game whilst being served a three course meal. And don't forget how wonderful it would be to watch a romcom whilst quaffing chocolate and then talk until 1 am. Oh the sheer bliss of turning 13.
The chances of that happening to me (aged 45 and a half) are extremely slim. In fact non existent. But Only Daughter enjoyed her day.
Missing socks and a whole pile of washing. Oh, and a bit of writing in the middle. Why is that there is always one odd sock in the wash? What can one small mother of three children; a mad dog and a forever absent husband do when the washing pile gets bigger than her? Will she ever get that novel written when she is constantly distracted by the ping of the washing machine. Read on to find out....
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