We are in Birmingham and sitting outside Pret A Manger(or Mang-a) as pronounced by my Mother.
We are with her and my stepfather after having travelled up that morning.
We all have Capuccinos save for G who has a Diet Coke.
''It'll be thirty years this year'' says my mother referring to her marriage with the stepfather.
She then chuckles.
''You know..'' she starts ''When it was the 25 years anniversary we must have had a row because I remember saying that it was 25 years of crap.''
I know she was only half joking.
