Parents arrive at my flat around midday, to find us in pyjamas, attempting to clear up the debris of previous night's houseparty, and a hungover Sean not long up from the sofa. Luckily Mum stepped in to wash up, had brought us lunch and ended up having a relaxed afternoon by the river in Kingston.
Absolutely exhausted by Sunday night, watched horror movies with the boyf, who had made my birthday weekend the best ever.
well that's more romantic than what I thought of... a rubbish container or a sofa... :)