Chapter 40 Lachlan

I had decided the best way to avoid anything to do with Seren and her god damn birthday that my Mum had not shut up about for the last goddess knows how many days, was to be out of the house. I had tried my office, but it seemed that when I was there, simply in the vicinity of where my Aunts or my Mum were, they felt it was appropriate to keep updating me on what was being done, or roping me into helping. I think I had done enough in the sitting for hours cutting little pieces of fabric for my Mum to fit to something she called bunting. Basically ribbon with flags on. Sure she could have bought some if she looked. Why it needed to be homemade I did not know. But apparently homemade is best... food, yes, I wholeheartedly agree, but would anyone even be able to tell the difference with the damn flags hanging around the field when celebrating? I sure would in the future, I knew that!