.... are sure to go completely tits up!!!! (excuse my language!)
Two days before we left for Bangor we had to own up to our deception - Craig started planning his little get-together, only 5 friends watching DVD's he promised.
Saturday night, in Bangor, about 120 miles from home, I called my darling son and the phone was answered by an unfamiliar voice. Eventually my darling son came to the phone....... oh dear! He was clearly the worse for alcohol (he giggles alot, snorting like a pig through his nose). Still, I didn't panic.
Sunday, I called him to make sure he was up in time for work. He didn't remember talking to me the previous ni