So having entertained half of America…I set sail for the south of Cork where my dearest and only mum was having her 90th birthday.
My brother had texted me earlier to suggest that we buy mum a hoover for her birthday. I said WTF? We can’t do that.
He told me that she really, really wanted this new super duper hoover.
I said ok…laiden with profanities.
CC was with me during this very stressful time and we came up with a plan.
So my 90 year old mum is vacuuming with a string of pearls around her neck.
Don’t get me started on the dogs…
We are babysitting Fang.