pajamas 14 March 2010
My mate , Ger, is visiting – great as I haven’t seen her in AGES. We’ve been friends since we were 12 and we just pick up wherever we left off. We hated one another on sight all that time ago but then settled into being bezzies. She has a daughter who is 25 and another who is 4 – long story but it makes me a tad paranoid at my age as she is forever torturing me with the notion of the ‘post parent dying pre menopause baby’. The Smallie was fascinated to know what we’d be getting up to – basically a slumber party at my house but at least I now know that for that you wear pajamaramers for one of those so it’s good to know the proper term for what I’m wearing. I don;t suppose the Small Girl has been at one where quite so much wine got drunk and nonsense talked but that’s all ahead of her…We obviously were on a rich vein of chat last night because I wrote some phrases down to remind me of various nuggets…only one of which makes any sense to either of us now…
