The adults, meanwhile, stood or sat, drinks in hand, having proper adult conversations. 'I'd love a utility room...' - 'We've got one! Yesss' (fist pump). Very grown-up behaviour. More of a futility room ours, as it lurches day to day between being almost, vaguely, semi-respectable and, as now, a dumping ground for muddy wellies, mounds of Crocs, bottles, paint pots, step-ladders, lavender cuttings, and washing dangling from the pulley, just at the right, really annoying height... Still. We've got a utility room. Just need to get a greenhouse next.
As with all of these sorts of things, not enough time to talk to old friends properly, but we'll catch up next time... See you for your 50th!
|Birdbox. With petted lip.|