Yesterday something incredible and almost magical happened – Oliver had borrowed 4 girl movies and said I could choose any of them to battle the last couple of days troubles.
Any. Of. Them
Girl movies…
He should never have let the devil in.
I jumped on it. We ate at the Havelock, i bought myself a big bag of grapes and then cuddled up with the projector in bed watching 13 going on 30. Awesome! It was pink, girlie, fairy dust-y and filled with happy music. Oliver managed to keep quiet until the last scene when he let out a groan ‘Do the house need to be PINK?’
Yes Oliver, the house needs to be pink, that shit’s important.
Tonight Christmas market with the Kix.
Letters to my family 