My birthday.

It was my  birthday the other day, Jay surprised and whisked me away.
He prepared me a breafast, smoked salmon and scrambled egg. Poured me a bucks fizz and delivered it in bed.
He drove me to Devon, unbeknown to me; it was the place my parents would be.
A last chance of being their child once more, of eating cake and mum saying "don't drop it on the floor"
Of Dad poking fun at the clothes that I wear. Watching my tongue,  making sure I didn't swear.
We had us a giggle and I'm happy it was done, as nothing makes you feel younger than being ticked off by your Mum.