My social life's never been so insane, but I guess it is party season. I'm currently recovering from trip to Derbyshire with 10 other girls from work, in a fantastically huge cottage. I retreated early and left on the Saturday having had an amazing time but feeling pretty zonked out. God knows what the others will be like on Monday. Took me most of the day to be able to string a sentence together without zoning out, and that's just through lack of sleep.
Next week is the big W. Six of us are heading for a long weekend in Whitby, and maybe the Derbyshire thing is good practice. If it's anything like this weekend, it'll be brilliant, but I think it'll take me a lot longer to un-space out. When Vince can convince you that Cold Comfort Farm is set in the future and predicts the coming of the Beatles, you know you shouldn't be allowed out...
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- I think I started off with a proper reason for writing this blog, but like everything else in my life, it just effervesced into lemony bubbles.
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