Not for any proper reason. Not because I'm so in love with someone that I want to share myself with them and embark on one of the most incredible journeys you can go on in your lifetime. Not because I want to pass on my genetic and financial legacy. Not because I want to make sure that the name Perkin (with no bloody s!) continues. I want to be able to say I told you so. I want to say and do all those things my parents have said and done to me through the years that I have fought against, pretended not to hear, or 'forgotten,' just to have them bite me in the arse.

Yesterday I was cleaning the house. When I do clean, I clean pretty well. I scrub the coffee stains from the ceramic sink and tiles. I scrub the spots out of the carpet. I even move the furniture around, vacuum under it, then move it back. Anyway, having housemates when the house is my own really makes you remember all the things your mother told you growing up. I understand her frustration now at our inability to put dirty plates and bowls into the dishwasher. Putting the bread back in the breadbin. Turning off the sandwich maker once you're done with it.

So for Mum and Dad, for all that crap I put you through growing up, I'm sorry, I get it now.

It was bad enough when I realized I was turning into my father, without turning into my mother as well. But she is a lot nicer than me, so it could be good for me. . .