Teenage Kicks

Has that been seven thousand three hundred and four days already?

Ooft.

And that's the teenage years truly kicked into touch.

It's been a year of taking the plunge, giving up a full-time job and getting back to college, which she seems to be dedicated to and enjoying. It's been pointed out that that with all the driving she's been doing back and forward there that she's turning into a mini-me (lack of indicator use by other drivers sets her off on one just like her Dad). So proud.

She's still head over heels with her long suffering term boyfriend, who must have the greatest listening skills 'cause I'm pretty sure it can't be easy squeezing in any of his own conversation when our little Princess starts.

She's been a great help when her mum's been feeling poorly and is always willing to pop out and help her Gran when she's forgotten what button to press on the remote control to record her episodes of Columbo. Her room's not as much a midden either. That's progress.

Happy twentieth sweet-pea, hope you've had a great day. XX

PS: Hurry up with that fish supper, getting a bit ravenous over here now - might wire into that birthday cake to tide us over...