Had Nicky and Jules, Tina and Vicki and Sophie with her new GIRLFRIEND (for some reason she kees writing this in capitals) round for Saturday supper this weekend.
Not entirely sure why but the girls decided to locate two sets of tops that I have that are similar (ok, one of them I do actually have two identical ones) in our new wardrobes, and come downstairs parading them, to their great hilarity. Remind me why I still like them?
Somehow we moved from gins, to rose, to red wine and then into the margaritas, and – oh dear – thence into espresso martinis. When Jules knocked out a round of dark and stormies around 1.30am, the dancing peaked, they were finally broken and the Ubers were summoned…
Good to hear Jules was still asleep in his clothes at noon on Sunday and everyone had a two day hangover except us! Just hope the neighbours are fairly forgiving…. x