So the weekend turned out a bit different to how I imagined. I went out with Gill and Leon on Saturday, which was great even though everywhere closed as we arrived at their doors... eating hot pork sausages with your fingers after champagne and vodka is fun, especially when the memory of doing so comes rushing back to you in the middle of the next day.

Many laughs were had - singing Whitney Houston and MC Hammer on Putney Bridge, bumping into Dave yet again at Zulus, a hungover trip home.
I love the way my sister dresses this child.

He, of course, will look back and wonder why she made him look like a mini 60 year old golfer.
And why his aunty brought up his SOFT EYELASHES! Look at them! So soft! on her blog. Or maybe even why she had a blog. These are perhaps questions best left alone.

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