I laughed, throwing the butt of my cigarette away.

No I don’t think a family reunion would be a good idea; my dad turning up with his boyfriend and me with a girlfriend yeah I would like to see that, think my mum would have a heart attack or something. I joked, my smile fading quickly.

I cant believe that Trix, I really cant. I mean first I have to get my head around you changing teams, which wasn’t that hard to be honest. But your dad, he taught me how to ride a bike and always used to give me those Humbug sweets that he was always eating.

I smiled at the memory, my dad had been the classic run-of-the-mill father. Pipe, slippers and even a flat cap when it was cold. He was sixty before he was forty, driving around in his old school Freelander with our Bordercolly Fred he would have made a perfect farmer, if we had a farm of course. I didn’t even want to see the new him, I couldn’t imagine him being modern or hip and certainly not *****. Oh god, what he was really *****, I couldn’t handle it if my dad had gone camp that would just freak me out.

I shuddered at the thought, I had a mental image of Graham Norton but with my dads face on his body.

I need another drink. I said suddenly, standing up straight.

Lizzie pulled herself out of thought as well, from the look of distress in her eyes she had been thinking something similar to me.

That’s such a good idea, I think Millie has your drink.

I followed Lizzie in, feeling more than a little stupid for storming off. I really had to learn how to deal with my short temper in more of a grown up way.

I sheepishly went back over to Millie and the girls, they had stopped playing pool now and were sitting back on the sofas. Millie looked up as I was coming towards them, she looked concerned and slightly guilty.

Hey, um sorry for going off like that. I said staring at the floor. I can be really childish sometimes.