No-one likes it when...

the alcohol runs out and you end up drinking cider. It feels like being 15 again and scrounging together a couple of pound for possibly the most horrific tasting type of booze out there (apologies to any devout cider drinkers out there). Unfortunately, yet again I found myself somewhat worse for wear at some hour of Sunday morning, slurring that " alright I will drink the sodding cider".

So finished the second of my cousins hen nights. I spent this weekend up in Scotland with the family for bridesmaids duties. After having several sleepless nights panicking that my dress was not going to fit me, I went up for the final fittings. You can imagine my relief when I managed to get myself into the dress and that it WOULD fit me and whats more, it would need taking in!!
HOORAH!
However not so happy to find out that the zip had broken and we were buggered.
So ends my tale of happiness regarding my bridesmaid dress. On the upside I do really like the dress and the colour which I'm reliably informed is quite a rare occurrence.

The hens night was great fun and held plenty of drama, which I feel is only natural, and I arrived back in London cursing the monday morning that I knew was coming and cursing my bad judgment with the whole cider palava.

On an up note Scotty-too-hotty arrives in London on Wednesday, which means more drunken nights of debauchery and henna tattooing all over poor Kelifur's room
HOORAH!!