Went round to a friends house last night as she was hosting a Virgin Vie party.

Said to eldest son as I left him in charge " Only popping out for an hour to J's house, don't answer the door or phone, Dad should be in soon."

"WHy you going to J's house" he asks

"she is having a Virgin Vie party, just need to give her my order" I replied

"but your not a virgin mum" he says with a grin on his face. Groan!!

At party, only a neighbour and another work colleague turn up so feeling pleased that I didn't cancel which I was going to do as I really didn't feel like going out. It is unusual for J to have so few at her party but originally it was organised for Friday and as we are now meeting up with a mutual friend to meet her new boyfriend, she changed the date.

So glass of wine in hand and some low fat pretzels my phone rings.
"Hello darling," says hubby " just to let you know I am home so don't hurry back. Why are you at J's anyway?"

"Virgin Vie party"

"Oh if you meet a virgin take a photo for me"

"Hardly likely dear we are all at the age where we are in relationships, married or divorced"

"So why is it called Virgin then?" he asks laughing at his own joke,. More Groans from me of despair as I put the phone down.

Honestly I despair of the men in my house I really do.

It was a good evening, got in at around 11, £40 worse off, good job I got paid yesterday lol!