So the party was fab. I had a few drinks. Not alot of drinks, but too much for someone like me who doesn’t eat a whole lot, doesn’t drink ever and is very sensitive to feelings of vulnerability!

I think that at about 10pm I sent Mr E (who STILL hadn’t gotten in touch by the way – men!!!!) a naughty picture. I know, I know what was I thinking?! Best thing was I was kind of tipsy at this point and sent him a picture that was quite blurry and made me look like the frigging michelin man. Is it the Michelin Man? The big white thing with tyres?! Or am I thinking of that Staypuft Marshmallow Man from Ghostbusters? Either way, you get my point, a big fat white blob….

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