The invites were sent out, the RSVPs are in. The parents are out of town, the dogs are walked, the siblings are resting on the couch in front of Young Guns. The cauldron of chilli's bubbling on the hob, the curry's cooking slowly in the oven, the guacamole's resting in the fridge. I've emptied Tesco's of booze, paracetamol, bleach and black sacks.
It's almost time for the annual Great Friday Party.
It's almost time for the annual Great Friday Party.
