50th birthday

In the same month that my mum turned 50, my brother and I also moved out. Ouch. To take the edge off, I thought I’d celebrate the big birthday with a digital portrait celebrating all the positives surrounding her and my dad having the house to themselves again (being able to shamelessly booze on the sofa in dressing gowns). I offset this with real-life text message examples from Jason and I, highlighting the stupid mishaps we’d faced without their guidance. (I didn’t even have to make those texts up; my brother really is this daft. He genuinely didn’t know how to cook pasta, and he did super-glue his fridge closed.)