NYE with Adam's clothes that scream

Adam's clothes were left accidently in my laundry. I mean all of Adam's clothes, his whole wardrobe - dirty. We went away camping to Barrington Tops. Ad was fantastic camping and looking after Leo and Jordan (Mike's boys). He and Leo drove home first and Ad unpacked all the camping gear and went straight on to his nye's camp. ( Is this the same son who came camping with me at 16 years old at the Woodford Music Festival and wouldn't even collect the water while I made jaffles for him from sunup to sundown!?) I was to leave the next morning for Perth where, as well as attending my nephew Benedict's wedding, I'm going to the zoo with Jenny and the kids and having tea with the Damien and John Roffs. So Ad left without his Perth clothes.

I stayed up all night and apart from partying with Uncle John Murray and friends (John is now the sole survivor of 5 children and their parents) till 2am, I washed all of Adam's clothes. They screamed when the pegs went in. They thought it was a very cruel and unusual treatment. They just don't know how easy they've had it all this time. So if you want to be with Adam smelling sweeter than a rose for a while, fly immediately to Perth.

As I was to rise at 4.30am for the trip to Perth, at 3.30am I thought I might as well have another Cooper's Pale Ale and watch Elvis sing White Suede Shoes. No it's not a typo, that's what he sang and that's what he wore. He was looking healthy for that concert and still kissing the girls on the cheek.

But Ad, I won't hold it against you - much. You and I know I haven't done your washing since you were 14 years old when I showed you around the washing machine. Your clothes on the other hand won't ever forgive you for those pegs - and two per article.

I've ironed a pink striped shirt of Adam's since and worn it to the zoo. Jenny thought it looked very nice. Please Roffs, should I keep it or give it back?

Adam's mother