We went to an 18th on Friday night. (Oh yes, people, an actual 18th. Not a 40th or 50th. An 18th. Like young people.) AND we didn't even go out till 9.30pm. At Night!
Then a flipping early start on Saturday morning to help out at my sister's company's sample sale (where we sell cut price, bargain clobber to ladies of a certain age and never cease to be amazed by their efforts to convince us they "got this one from the £1 table, honest").
Mucho dashing about with zero sitting down time today.
And I am now officially done partying.
As luck would have it the other half and the youngest are bogging off to London on Friday for the weekend. The eldest will be knee deep in revision. This means I get to have some quality time with the sofa. At last. Woohoo. I can't bloody wait.
As cute as a button.
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