135. Cheerio 2020!

 I guess at this time and on this day all I can manage is a ‘Have fun’ and ‘Have a good time celebrating the new year'.

And so, as that Blur song is ringing in my head I'll say let's all meet up in the year two thousand and twenty-one! 

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Maybe after I will manage something! Our daughter has just this instant come down the stairs with an enormous bag in her left hand and the phone in her right hand.

'Ok! I'm coming. Just in the corridor now. You parked? Good. Good. Great.'

And at the sight of her, I can't help it.

'Just ... just what are you wearing? ... Oh my goodness, isn't that a bit too sparkly? And goodness, far too short! Honestly! Are there any boys at this party?'

And her dad, who happened to be in the corridor just then has heard me and shouts:

'What is she wearing?'

'You don't want to know.'

Which of course results in him opening the door.

'Right! That's it. You're staying in! You can't go like this.'

Of course, she loses her temper, raises her eyes to the ceiling and shouts at us.

'It's December the 31st! Where do you think I am going? To a nun's service?'

We look at each other. I manage what I find an appropriate reply.

'Well ... I say, I'd rather!'

But it's harder for my husband, she is going to ruin his evening!

'You just can't go like this. Too much make-up! Too bright! Lipstick's far too red!'

'OMG you guys are SOOOOOOO annoying!' 

She is truly angry with us now and we're only being good parents. Then she breathes in deeply, looks at us and says firmly:

'Right! OK! Listen, you just close your eyes and count to ten.'

Stupidly we do and by the time we open her eyes, she's gone and the front door has slammed so hard I'm sure it made the neighbours jump. But she's gone so we just look at each other, burst out laughing and head for the fridge to get Champagne!

Happy New Year dear readers!