I'm back home, coated in a thin layer of BBQ grease, smelling like a kebab shop, and waiting for my bath to run. DS's team didn't get past the group stage of the tournament, but many of his friends in other teams got further, so we stayed to watch for a while and I caught up with a few old friends. The BBQ was fun - plenty of banter amidst the grease.
Crem, I understand why you don't want to speak to BF's parents - I was thinking more of you all presenting a united front, but it seems an unlikely prospect from what you're saying. I hope no-one steps forward as guarantor - surely anyone that knows you or cares about DD wouldn't be prepared to do this against your wishes?
Have just done the first laundry post-sleepover, and seem to have acquired a pair of leggings, a top, three socks, a school polo shirt, a pair of black lacy knickers,
a pillowcase (plus pillow) ... also, a pair of shoes and several items of makeup. Shall I open a shop?