Think pink

Yesterday my wife hosted my daughter’s first ‘hen do’. It was all very pretty in pink and I’d spent all week tidying my garden stuff away, buying pink fizz, attaching pink pom-poms above the terrace, collecting pink niece from the train station and preparing Pimms for bridesmaids, mums and friends.

Me, my sons, grandsons and of course the bridegroom were banned. We were going off for an impromptu stag blowout barbecue at my daughter’s house. Very un-pink.

I suggested that I get some ‘hen do’ music from Spotify.

“Hindu music?” my wife queried. “Why?

(...must be the pressure!)