I cannot wait for uncle Mark to come over! I haven’t seen him since I was fifteen when he was helping dad fix the roof on the stables. Three years! I have changed so much in that time, not that petite farm girl with pig tails in my hair anymore uncle Mark.

“Mum! I am just heading into the village for tonight’s dinner, should I grab Dad and Mark some beers?” Just as I was heading out the door, mother had poached her head around the corner of the kitchen door to make sure I wasn’t dressed “sluttish” as she would describe it. Her mousy frizzy hair trying to escape her head and pale pink lips pouting as she scans my body up and down. I just know she is going to comment on the shorts I’m wearing, “you’ll catch a cold showing that much leg Mia” in her try hard posh English accent. Ok, maybe I wouldn’t let Dad see me wear them, because I don’t think I’d have much a choice in the matter, but he was out working the farm and the sun was out so I’m wearing my new denim shorts. They were light blue, tight around my arse and left nothing for the imagination, but with an arse like mine, it’s not easy to hide! Yeah they showed the creases of my bum cheeks but nothing revealing. I like to show my legs, I’ve always been told I had such lovely long legs that other girls would dream of having. Only thing I would change about my legs is they are so light, I wish I could tan naturally. But the Uncle Mark is on his way, the sun is beaming and I’m in too much a good mood to let that scare crow ruin my day and judge me for having only what she wished she had. Old bat.