Dear Diary

This is only going to be a short entry, I promise to update later as I'm going to have a lot of spare time to do so, whilst being grounded again. It Dylan's birthday today and I can here the music from over here, classical I mean hello he's twelve not thirty two, but heck a party's a party and I for one don't plan on missing it. I've managed to round the gang up into going to, though the twins took a little more persuading, but they eventually caved.

As we speak, well as I write, Jake, Henry and Mike are knotting up one of Mike's abseiling ropes; I take it we'll all be hanging from the roof today. Kim and Jessica have finished wrapping up the presents with help from the twins, though I wouldn't exactly call it help. They managed to cello tape themselves together and stick the curtain to the wall.

Dad's pre occupied by his football team who have currently taken to inhabiting the house, so he won't notice for at least an hour if not longer. Well I'm out now, have a birthday party to crash.

Sarah