I stayed at my Dad’s house this weekend as we were going to a family reunion on my mum’s family’s side. To cut a long story short:
1) Max thinks my Dad’s house is a urinal
2) Max peed on a duvet thinking it was a giant pee pad
3) I drove the duvet to the dry cleaners
4) Max timed his pee correctly with the universe and hence I managed to see my first ever shooting star on the way to the dry cleaners (that ended up being closed). It was a crazy blue/green colour. At first I thought it was a plane crashing, and started panicking. But then I thought it was crappy firework, and got angry. But then I realized it was a shooting star, and felt really happy.
I’m not sure whether I should thank Max for peeing or talk to him about it. All I know is I feel like singing this song…