Three day hangovers!

Omg… I’m never drinking again. I really mean it…Today. Definitely yesterday. 100% on Sunday. I was a mess of massive proportions on Sunday. Yesterday not much better. Why is being hungover so much worse the older you get? It’s like life wants to fuck you over two fold. Finally you can afford to drink at…

The Mean reds and Gruesome Thursday’s!

I hate Thursday… Sometimes… Today… I’ve been ok all day. It’s the weekends eve, eve after all! Today or more to the point this evening I’m not happy. I’m unsettled. Overthinking. Lonely. We all get like this from time to time. Maybe it’s a case of the Mean reds? A trip to Tiffany’s would be…

Happily ever after’s

So I’m sat watching say yes to the dress… again. I’m wondering is it just me who sits watching this programme adictivly? I’m not getting married again, well at least not that I’m aware of. I really don’t have any need to watch the show. I just can’t help myself.. I love it!!! I have…

Comfy seats, fresh bedding and an out of tune rendition of Runnin

Saturday the day of rush rush rush! Daughter no 1 was trialing a new theatre group and luckily we had Mister Carr to Chauffeur us. We won’t be that lucky next week. Sigh. He’ll be in Germany and so it’s down to the scaredy cat driver. Arghhh! She loved it.. Yey… So an inordinate amount…

Talk sexy to me baby….

If easily offended, under the age of 18 or any of my parents step away now! Otherwise you’re good to go!