Sister Love

A great time was had at my Christmas party. My middle sister came to my flat to pay me her bi-annual visit ( once at Christmas, once on my birthday ) and for a completely unrelated reason I was in a mood.

We made a toast to the season and then just sat there in my lounge until my sister notices the huge pile of washing up in my kitchen so she offers to help me do it. I wouldn't normally like anyone to help me with such an awful and mundane task, but on this occasion, I thought why not, my middle sister is the sort of person who likes to get busy and doing things.

So we blared out some music (country and western) sang our hearts out; (she does a brilliant Elvis impression) and the enormous pile of washing up was done in no time.

We also had a good heart to heart chat as well. Perfect. Invite me to your next washing up party, she said, and that was how we parted company, in very good spirits too.

The New Year came and the same sister desperately wanted to get me out as I had not ventured out of my flat for a few days, so eventually, on the 3rd January (today) I traveled the few miles it is by train (takes about five minutes) to go to her place to wish them all a Happy New Year.

Sitting in my sisters kitchen, she goes on the net and looks up recipes as she has got one too many bananas that have to be eaten and soon. Banana cake. Yum. We all have a discussion about what to make with the bananas as not everyone (there are four in the family) are convinced about making the cake, but before long it is agreed. Banana cake it is. My sister and I go about making it; and four hours later I am heading back to my flat with a Tupperware box full of banana cake! That being what was left after everyone had had some.

We laughed about how we used to play 'house' as kids together and nowadays when we do get together we do it for real and we love it.

Its sister love and my sister is extra classic!