Despite a night of having to share food, burping, constant interruptions during the movie (especially when Matthew McConaugh took his kit off), and the “Where’s dessert?” every two minutes, it was a bloody good night.
Even got woken up by two bodies climbing into my bed.
(Yes, we even had a sleepover)
Funny, how it was the same as having the family here … but oh so different!
Hmmm, I wonder if it was the lack of farting that makes it seem so?
