I’m off to Blackpool tonight with Edward. Darren can’t make it. My parents will be there too. No wonder Darren can’t make it. It’s Fathers Day on Sunday so I’ll take Dad for a game of crazy golf and then a polystyrene tray of chips and gravy. My Grans bladder has stopped working so she’s having a hose and bucket fitted which means Mum and Dad can’t start their journey to Blackpool today until visiting time at the hospital is over. I hope they don’t arrive smelling of wee. Gran is 85 and has smoked 30 cigarettes a day since she was 14. Shouldn't it be her lungs that require an overhaul? Edward will travel to Northumberland with my parents on Sunday as Darren and I are off to NYC next week for a gay refresher course. I had dinky little melba toasts with peanut butter for lunch.