I'm tired...

... and I'm about to go to a party. That's not a good start is it? I knew I shouldn't have gone to the pub with my Dad last night. I knew, once I had gone to the pub because he is only here until Monday, that I should have gone after our second drink. I knew once Chaz and Eileen arrived, we should have gone home.

We didn't.

LOTS of Guinness later we stagger home. I even asked for plastic 'glasses' so we could take our precious drink with us. All about 2 mouthfuls of it, but is oh so important to you when have had lots of it already. Get home and annoy Liam, who, unsurprisingly is watching crap films in bed. Then, for some unknown drunken 'reason', I try and Skype a friend (or maybe not for much longer) 9+ times... he wasn't even online... what an inebriated twit I am. (apologies friend).

Spent most of Sunday in bed. Wonderfully, in an empty house. That hasn't happened for years! It was fantastic. Thank you, family.

Holly and my Dad went to the National Trust to make bird boxes. Which they didn't actually do because their only drill, broke. So they planted trees instead, and Holly was excited and proud to tell us she carried a worm for a long way.

Liam, my Mum and Daisy went to the Ballachulish Village Hall to a fund raiser coffee morning and sale of work that our friend Bill had organised. It is in aid of an orphanage in Tanzania. Really hope he did well because he seemed to have put a lot of work into it. (Mum brought back lots of cake, which was good, yum yum)

Now... getting ready for that party. Do you think it would be rude to arrive in pyjamas?