So DH is off out tomorrow night to wet our newest arrivals head, DS1 was born just two weeks ago today.
He has managed to round up most of his oldest and closest friends apart from one who married a dragon who will never in a million years let him come out to play to join him for an evening of fun and frolics in the local boozer...... All good so far!!
Then he asked me to iron a couple of shirts for him, still ok with me.......
He came downstairs with SEVEN, yes SEVEN shirts requiring the attention of the iron, with me on the other end of it!!!
Why??? I mean two I could understand, but 7?????