Uncle Gavin, Aunt Samantha and little Natalie and Norman are arriving here on Monday morning.
The whole house is in a frenzy.
Mum’s barking orders in the phone, [‘Yes, that will be two HUNDRED red satin, extra moisture, cream and cherry icing cupcakes] daddy’s mowing the law [under mum’s orders] and I’m SUPPOSED to be writing a poem for my cousins.
Mum wants EVERYTHING to be perfect for her brother’s arrival. She has even sprayed the bathrooms with Coco Chanel.