SO LETS TALK;

complain, complain, complain. thats all I hear from my bloody mother. You need to do this Kirsty, you need to do that. I don't need to do anything mother, apart from see my boyfriend, yes. I cannot stand staying in even thought that cost me a pair of gorgeous boots Olly calls my cowgirls when we all know that cowgirls consist of spurs and higher tops. Oh well, not all of us are geniuses.
Oh and mother, don't tell me not to make plans I am not a last minute person unlike you, they would of already been made.