My day normally starts at around 11am, unless it’s the weekend and then I'm usually rudely awoken at around 8am by my niece and two nephews who stay over and who love to come bother me at what seems like the crack of dawn. I live in a village in Lincolnshire with my Mum. Both my siblings are older than me and have their own children now. Daniel is 32 and his kids usually stay over on Fridays. My sister, Lucy, is 29 and lives in the same village. I often go over to her house at lunchtime to see if I can get in on their lunch and to see her kids. I get on really well with both my siblings because of the big age gap. We never really had to live together so we’ve never really fallen out. They do, however, fall out with each other from time to time, even as adults. They both really look out for me but both moan that my mother spoils me more than she did them when they were my age. I always tell them that it’s because I’m her favourite but they won’t have any of it.
I normally wake up too late to bother with breakfast, if I have work I shove a poptart in the toaster and get a quick glass of orange juice before I rush out. I work at the village newsagents which is literally down the road from my house but I often end up being five minutes late, usually because I can’t find my shoes or keys which my mother is likely to have tidied away. I love my job because I get to know a lot of the customers and I can always have a laugh with the other girls who work there. Everyone refers to us all as ‘the girls’ however the staff - though all female - ranges in age from 16 – 50. If the shop is ever a bit quiet I normally end up reading all the newspapers and tv mags. I don’t even really follow soaps properly; I just read what’s happening from time to time. I usually have to fill stock and check the dates. Occasionally I’ll find some sort of chocolate bar or biscuit that is about two months past its best before and have to throw it away. Sometimes you get teenagers coming in trying to buy cigarettes and who insist they’re 18 but have ‘forgotten’ their ID. Nice try.
On weeknights I usually tend to stay in with my mum. We’ll argue about what to have for tea and usually agree to have pasta. My mum makes the best pasta, I’ve often tried to perfect it myself but it’s never quite as good as hers. Then we’ll watch something on TV, she complains if I put ‘Friends’ on because “we’ve seen them all a thousand times”. We often watch University Challenge together and play it against each other however I am yet to beat her at it.
On weekends I usually see all my friends. On a Saturday we will all get together at someone’s house and get ready to go out. I can probably get ready the quickest out of all of us but I always leave it to the last minute and have to rush around before the taxi comes to take us into town. We normally raid all of each others clothes and wear ridiculously high heels that we end up taking off towards the end of the night. We then go into town and meet up with friends who went to our sixth form and spend the night bar-hopping, usually having one too many Malibu and Cokes. Sometimes we don’t bother going out and opt to stay in with a take-out, a bottle of wine and a chick-flick or x-factor. Either way we always have a great time.
Normally I end up staying up too late, hense why I wake up quite late. I usually go to bed at a reasonable hour but end up awake at stupid’o’clock watching a film or reading blogs and wasting way too much time on facebook re-reading the same status updates that were there an hour ago.