My favourite sister in law was 40 today and the baby bro (her husband) threw a party.
As he should. As he should.
The lovely and delightful lady was diagnosed with cancer three years ago.
And as you can imagine, we all were not happy, to say the least.
'Cos we kinda love her a lot.
But she was ,thankfully, one of the lucky ones. A survivor.
So we went on the tear (pronounced 'tare' here)('on the pish') to celebrate.
We all had a bit too much. (to drink) Fuck it. We were all together. Alive. Having fun.
A pain in the head is expected tomorrow. And so fuckin' wha?
To you Val. Cheers my darling!