just sobering up after a night on the tiles with the girls from work last night. It was Carer's Week ( pic of me in the paper- that's twice in the paper in two years. I am officially a Doonhamer.) and we had a Body Shop party to cap the week.
Nobody believed me when I told them Nova Scotia was scent free. Once again I am getting a reputation at work for being a bit of a weirdo.
At 10:30 everyone had left so between that time and 1:15 we drank like fish- I can no longer keep up but I tried with 5 large glasses of wine. They kept going. I tripped three times on the way home and dropped my mobile twice.
But I survived to live another day.
Father's Day. Give me strength.
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