Went to a hen’s night on the weekend.
Started the evening at 7pm.
Cocktails + wine + Japanese food + jazz.
Giggly girly chatter all night.
Divided into Horny Devils and Virgin Angels.
Played hen party games :
- Made toilet paper wedding dresses.
- Scribbled obscene images on the table cloths.
- Shared sex tips (most popular one involved Listerine + ice).
Moved on to a pub with live 80’s music and dancing.
(And drunken men who took off their clothes.)
Moved onto a night club.
Where young boys hit on us all night! Ha!
I was the responsible and sober one. That is, I didn’t have my head in the gutter by the end of the night and I drove half the bridal party home. I got home at 4am!
Callum woke up at 6am, and my husband (ah, bless him) woke up to attend to him for the whole morning.

It’s nice to know I have the energy to do these crazy stunts once in a while. And thank god for coffee.

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