Had a fabby weekend out with my little friends in Cleethorpes for the bank holiday.
Very messy night on Saturday. I stole a poor guys shoe and hid it in the dj box so that no one else would nick it and I could get it back to the guy. Unfortunately it got kicked under something in the dj box and the poor guy had to wait til gone 3am to get his shoe when the lights came on and they could see to find it...
We were also gonna go to the beach on Sunday but one of us (possibly me) was so hungover and feeling so ill that she couldn't get off the sofa!
Ok, yes it was me. So while I was languishing did I get any sympathy or cups of tea made for me?
I got left on the sofa watching movies and feeling increasingly dizzy while Kel went for lunch with her new fella and Maz went for a shag!
Though as it was apparently my own fault I will get no sympathy at all and should stop whinging *grin*
Got home Sunday to my lovely fella and a proper snuggly up where I still got no sympathy. The guy whose shoe I stole did though wheich was very annoying!
He doesn't read this (mostly cause he doesn't know it exists so I can still write what I like with out him reading it) but in case he ever comes across it (or Lorna tells him what I am writing to wind me up in revenge for the facebook thing): -
love you baby!