I appear to have reached the point of growing up where my friends are starting to do silly things like getting married and having babies. This summer seems to have been a steady stream of fancy invitations, and occasions where I can't get away with wearing shorts and flipflops (or better, freakshoes).
Last Saturday we celebrated Lucy's wedding. For me, this mostly involved getting quite drunk, dancing badly, and covering everything I touched in purple glitter. Oh, and pinching strawberries from the chocolate fountain to put in my Pimms, 'cos I'm classy like that.
Obviously that meant Sunday was a bit of... continue reading »