We went to see Big Fish in Blackpool. It looked real pretty. The man sitting next to me (not Darren) had a box of those Belgian chocolate sea-shell things. And a sandwich from Boots. The film was twee and half an hour too long. Pleasant though. I had a medium salted popcorn and a diet coke. The popcorn made my lips go all crinkly. Bought petrol and two bags of crisps from the garage when we left the cinema. When we got home Darren watched Match Of The Day and I went to bed early. We’ve turned into my Mum and Dad.

My mum always does her ‘big clean’ on a Sunday morning while she makes the Sunday roast. My Dad goes golfing and has a shandy in the clubhouse before arriving home at exactly 2pm for lunch. Then they doze on the couch and wake up in time for Antiques Roadshow (or Ski Sunday in the winter). Sunday tea is tinned fruit and banana sandwiches. Sometimes on a Sunday evening they will go to the Comrades social club to play bingo and watch a band (actually a drummer and an organist/singer). My Mum will sit with the other wives when Dad goes to chat to his pals. Dad will always buy the drinks and bring them to the table on a round metal tray. There is sometimes a raffle after the bingo and the main prize is usually a mixed grill (a tray of raw meat). When they don’t go to the Comrades they go to the cinema. They always get there for 7pm and never plan what to see. They will choose the movie by looking at the posters outside and then the start times. They will have popcorn and coke. On the way home they will buy chips or crisps and have a snack while watching whatever shit is on ITV at 11pm on a Sunday night. I love my Mum and Dad.