Rocking

So here we are sat in the toilet, her sitting on the toilet seat (closed) and me scrabbling on the floor. Two candles and no lights on. Thank goodness my housebound duties run to cleaning the mess that we have been living in lately.
She is ever so obliging, my girl. This is just before she put on yesterday's new shimmering nude lipgloss.

She is off out now to a band night. I so remember going to see my friend's bands when I was her age. The raw sound that jarred your brain, your ears vibrating from the bad p.a. system and your throat burning from shouting 'hi' as people passed. Then you would come out into the cold night air and your ears would ring - a bit like they do now, but that's just old age. Your heart pounding and your eyes dazzled from the hypnotic lights. I wonder where The Thermometers are now?

At one point I was official band member girlfriend - allowed access to all areas. Was I ever important! Every girl in the room looked at me with envy and I looked at them daring them to come closer.

She has no idea how much of her life I have lived. I love that my perfect prefect is letting her hair down and living a life free of exams! Rock on Babe - but don't let your father see just how short those shorts really are!