9:00 p.m.
Mum came in. “Right, we’re all set—I’ve got them!!”
I said (in a sort of romantic daze), “What have you got, Mutti?”
“I’ve got the tickets for us!”
“Tickets for what?”
“Tickets for New Zealand. When you said you wanted to go, I went and booked them. Dad paid for them and we’re off to Whangamata next week.”
Sacré bloody bleu and merde!!!