Mum kicked off a bit about me staying out three Saturdays in a row – I always stay at Imogens, her dad doesn’t notice if we come in stinking of alcohol and clearly drunk, he’s still wrapped up in his world of grief. Mum would be a different story and I don’t think she’d like it. I was a bit put out, it wasn’t so long ago she was trying to encourage me to go out and “enjoy my youth†and “mix with people of my ageâ€, but that’s parents for you, never satisfied. Anyway, I had to use the old “Imogen’s still upset and her dad doesn’t like her going out because he’s still sad†routine, I felt like a right crapster saying it, but it seemed like the only excuse that was a winner and apart from that I was wondering why I was getting it in the neck when I didn’t even want to go. Even Claire piped in with her “you go out more than me these daysâ€, what a handy comment, thanks Claire.