Apparently we're going out for Italian food tonight, because my little sister leaves for three weeks in Sri Lanka tomorrow, and then will be home for less than a day before she has to go to Manchester and university.
My mother, apparently, has no concept of telling people that she's made plans for them before the actual day, so that they can do things like wash their hair etc. She told me we were going out at 6.30 this morning, when I wasn't in a state to do much more than go "Bzuh? Okay..." at her. And I will have approximately half an hour to get ready in, which sort of precludes washing my hair if I want it to be dry and myself to be dressed before they want to go.
But it can't be helped. The Fizzbit will be gone by dinnertime tomorrow, and will probably be too busy packing to go out for lunch if she's even still here, so it really has to be tonight or not at all. Ah well.