Yesterday, I related to you my experiences at mass of eye-contact and longing. I'll be thinking about him for the week now.

This morning, as per every Sunday, we went down to Kinsale for coffee and a walk on the beach. It was just my mum and me though because my dad and brother were down in Clonakilty at a tennis tournament. Just in case you wanted a more detailed description of the scenario.

Before the summer, I had regularly seen this family come into the same café where we go and have coffee/breakfast. What caught my eye however, was not this irrelevant similarity, but the two teenage sons of the family, who were damn good looking. my mother, in her typical ways, would point them out to me and so on.

Today they came into the café again and once they sat down the mother said "So tell us about the party last night". That sentence is so bloody familiar to me, that I laughed. The two guys, who may be twins because they look very alike and seem to be the same age, were joined by a friend. One of the sons had his arms on the table and his head lying on top of them. They each ordered a glass of milk. It made me smile because they were having the Sunday morning I always have after a night out : feeling wrecked and hungover, and then trying to think of what I can and can't tell my parents about the night before.

Eye contact was made with the hot one. Mmmm... I wonder do their parents allow them drink, or are they actually eighteen? Whose party were they at? "Did they meet any nice girls?" Such a classic Mom sentence. Yet they had to sit their, unable to escape the interrogation. We're so alike it's ridiculous.

I wouldn't mind getting to know them either.

So I stand there on the front door step with Hannah beside me. I ring the doorbell once, and then try to look through the letterbox. No sign of anyone. My dad said he'd be home at 11 and would stay up to let me in, but here I was at twenty to 1 and no-one coming to open the door. I cursed myself for not taking my key. Eventually my mother came to the door in her dressing gown. I was home before my dad. That really is a worrying sign.

The party...well it was good, but to be honest it was hard to enjoy it properly when we were stone cold sober. It was funny though, and I had a nice time dressing up and stuff.

I'm kinda hungry now. I might go have some cold toast.

A friend of mine recently told me how her parents had washed their hands of her. Didn't sound too appealing to be honest...I mean my life has to be financed in some way. Yesterday though, it sort of happened for me. I went into town with my mother and brother because I needed to get books for school and I was meeting friends later on. Anyway, my mother, brother and I went to Coffee Central in the market to meet my aunt for, well, coffee. This particular coffee house is a a counter on a corner with about 6 seats. Due to the fact that it was written about in a newspaper recently my mother loves the place. Personally I would prefer somewhere with an adequate level of seating, but not my mother. The place was full, so I said 'Can we not just go to Butlers? I dunno why you're so obsessed with this place,' to which my mother replied 'I am not obsessed. There is a smaller cp of coffee here and it is much nicer.' Whatever. So basically she ended up telling my aunt and I to goo for coffee ourselves and she'd meet me in half an hour to get my books and proceeded to storm off. Oh the joys.