Last night I went out with five girls and we hit the hotel bar on the beach. It was like being on holiday:
|It's like the flaming Cotes d'Azur, this town (on a good day)|
There were palm trees, sea views, the smell of suncream, the screech of seagulls, a breeze. And a bloody hefty bill for a gin and tonic.
£4.20 for a gin, I tell thee. What is this? We don't live in London. It was a disgrace but I am letting it go (now, 24 hours later)...
So after that I moved on to wine. And it went downhill from there. Whilst we were relatively sensible and caught a cab at 11.30pm, I got home to find the husband on Spotify. I suddenly got my second wind, listening to tracks from the 90s that I haven't heard since I was a teen. I suddenly wanted to dance. And dance like no one was watching (I don't recommend it, I looked like a right doofus - I caught a glimpse in the mirror).
The husband went to bed at midnight after watching me large it up to Snow's Informer (now there's a bad song) and Vanilla Ice's Ice Ice Baby (which, I am thoroughly proud to say, I know all the words to).
And today I indulged in a little Jubilee action. All the kids from school have a church service before breaking up. It was cute and colourful! Now I don't know if you can see in the below pic, but in the far distance on the stage is the head teacher with the vicar. To the left of them is a cardboard cut out of the Queen (so, top left of the pic). Apparently one of the mums thought it actually WAS the Queen...it took her a while to suss it out and she couldn't understand why there were no bodyguards with her (should have gone to Specsavers...)
|Lovely Jubilee (see what I did there?)|
|Shall I tell you a secret. I fancy this teacher in the centre. Most of the mums do.|
He's fit but he knows it.
After school today, a mum invited me back to hers for "a quick glass of wine". I should have known better. She invited six other mums too and between us there was 15 children under the age of 9. They all stayed for tea. It was utter carnage. We drank white wine just to stay sane. Believe me, a nun would have done the same.
|It really was mayhem and these aren't even ALL the kids.....|
|Imagine the state of the kitchen floor if this had been indoors!|
50 fishfingers later (I kid you not) they were all piling on to the trampoline en masse, so one of the mums cracked open a bottle of cava. Then another bottle of white, then someone pulled out a massive bottle of cider. They were still sober though by the end whereas I only had three glasses but felt squiffy.
Oh, onto cherry tree shops......I've not seen any decent clothes for AGES, but I've nabbed these books for 99p each.
The Prince will be 3 on Tuesday and so my parents are coming to stay for a few days tomorrow which will be lovely - I've not seen them since Easter and have been missing them. The following weekend my sister is coming so I am hoping for some time out with her.
Hopefully I will visit a few cherry tree shops and come up trumps as it's been quite thin on the ground recently.
OK, I am shattered. Bedfordshire beckons me. Happy Jubilee weekend one and all. Even if you aren't a Royalist, it's a good excuse to throw a party!!!