So I may change it later.
It was a goooooooood weekend. Bit messy but then the best weekends are in one way or another.
Left late, as I am Paula and I am rubbish. Spent over SIX HOURS on the sodding M1!!! Bloody bastard arse fucking buggery!!! It was so annoying. The overhead sign things kept saying things like "Queues between Junctions 29 and 26". So you would get to Junction 29 and there would be a massive carpark going on for milions of miles and you would barely move for hours. Eventually you would get to Junction 26 and then the traffic would just go. No reason for the delay. No accident, no broken down trucks, no 36 car pie up with 15 fire trucks and umpteen firemen in attendence.
Got there and managed to remember where my brother now lived although I did very nearly go to his old house which the new owners would probably have found confusing.
My new nephew is soooooooo cute, my old niece is cute too but she isn't new anymore...
Wandered down the road and met Kel at half 8. By god did she look fantastic. She is teeny tiny and was wearing this yellow corsety type thing. Man I wish I could wear stuff like that but think I will stick with my obligatory black.
I have heard that there are many photos of me dancing to Shakira with Kel and I am hoping that is just rumours because we were being drunk and very silly.
I escaped quite early. In fact I actually ran away and staggered home on my own which is not the cleverest move to make in Watford when you've been on vodka.
Was feeling very tender on Sunday and still managed to go shooping, have luch and do more family visits. Have told both brothers that they will be heading North in September for Father's birthday. Managed to get the kids on side which means that parents cannot get out of it.
Good weekend really. Lots of drunken messages going on which is always amusing.
Also went shopping and bought something fantastic which is remaining a secret!