Fab Foodie
hanging-on in quiet desperation ...
- Location
- Kirton, Devon.
Evening all.
Few weeks back IIRC I wrote about my eldest daughter's friend who after a party in Oxford came back to ours for a sleepover and promptly threw-up all over our brand new cloakroom, not in the toilet... over the whole room.
C'est la vie.
Tonight I had to rescue my usually relatively abstemious daughter (16 this week) from a party where it seems she has over-indulged a tad. "She's never ever ever going to get like that again apparently..."
Mmmm, where've I heard that before?
We all did it, at least she had the sense to call-us. She'll feel carp in the morning!
They're good kids, they'll learn.
Few weeks back IIRC I wrote about my eldest daughter's friend who after a party in Oxford came back to ours for a sleepover and promptly threw-up all over our brand new cloakroom, not in the toilet... over the whole room.
C'est la vie.
Tonight I had to rescue my usually relatively abstemious daughter (16 this week) from a party where it seems she has over-indulged a tad. "She's never ever ever going to get like that again apparently..."
Mmmm, where've I heard that before?
We all did it, at least she had the sense to call-us. She'll feel carp in the morning!
They're good kids, they'll learn.