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Sunday 24 February 2008

Friday night....Saturday all day...suffering Sunday!


What a brilliant weekend, my Mum's party went really well, she had a nice time, we all did, Cara (my 2 year old Niece) stayed up until 9pm and danced for ages, until she slipped and cut her lip on the dance floor so we all had to go and smack the floor for hurting her! She had a new party dress and kept telling me she was going to be a ballerina.


My Dad really enjoyed himself so that was good, we stayed over at the hotel for the night and all had breakfast in the morning as a family so it was lovely.

I drove home just in time to catch Saturday Kitchen, as the wonderful and lovely Silvena Rowe was on, and as you know she's my favourite TV Chef, it was hysterical, Sweet Baby James couldn't get a word in, I'm keeping it on Sky Plus to watch any time I need cheering up!

I left then to go into Cardiff to meet CJ for the rugby, however CJ was having her hair done first and although she thought she would be finished by 12pm, she sent me a text (after I had arrived in the City) saying she would be another hour! I was, at the time, opposite a cosmetic shop, so I thought I would go and have a look as I need a lot more help these days, anyway I asked about some foundation and before I knew it, all my make up was off and one of the girls was completely re-doing it ( I hadn't thought it was that bad!) She did a really good job, it wasted half an hour but cost me £30 as I felt like I had to buy something!

I finally met CJ, we had a couple of drinks and took our seats, I had the best day, it was just what I needed, Wales played a blinder against Italy (Wales 47 Italy 8), I shouted (well screamed) far too much, sang Bread of Heaven and Calon Lan at least 8 times and now have no voice, and to top a great match we met a few nice boys on the way out as you can see!


After the game we came back to my house, then met up with another couple of friends and walked to the local pub to watch the England v France game. We got home at 11pm, Ok I admit slightly the worse for wear.... (I'm sure the Vodka was off!) I'm exhausted now after all that enjoying myself, it's hard work having fun isn't it?

Keep Smiling
Marmite xx

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