Tuesday, 9 June 2009

9th June 2009
Another trip down the road to old fartydom on Sunday. Both Fish and I share the same birthday (only he is seven years older) so we can’t really wind the other up too much. Mum took us out for a meal as a thanks for all the ones we have cooked her. Most grateful as Fish is still looking for work and we are getting more broke as time goes on. When Mum asked if I had ever been a waitress I had to say no, not yet – but I could see that time coming. Surely that’s something you do when you’re younger? Am I going to live my life backwards?