On the sofa tonight, W told me again, that he’s going to marry me. I don’t think that there’s anything a mummy could love, more than hearing that. Tonight, it was prompted by the fact that we were watching Star Wars, where they get married. W said he felt sorry for them and I asked why. “because there’s no marriage disco Mummy!!” – there’s me, forgetting it again. It all comes back to the marriage disco….
My son wants to marry me – just so we can have a disco.