The life plan begins to take hold

So a quick addition of ‘THE LIFE PLAN’ means that in approximately 18 months, after The wedding and a bit of newly wed time, Jamie and I will be trying to pro-create. (calm down pat and johann, it’s not set in stone yet)

Anyway so this effectively gives me 12 months of good times, e.g. getting a bit drunk having a laugh and not worrying about getting home in time for the babysitter. So oh my god 12 months and then I am forever tied to the shackles of children.

In celebration and commiseration of this, the next 12 months will be wild times, I am telling you now. So as I am starting as I mean to go on here are a couple of photos of the our girls night last Friday, where we danced to classic tunes and, well I can’t remember what else happened.

Seriously I can’t, don’t ask me, even looking at the photos doesn't even jog my memory. Here are the photos, love me, love me drunk I say.

Night Fever, Andrea style, with Zoe also making some shapes on the dance floor.

This is probably where the trouble started, two drinks in my hands both of which I am sure went down my throat.
Everyone posing, me obviously not, and smiling.

ps. I can remember one thing, I lost my shoe and retrieved it by crawling underneath the stage. Good times.
xxxxx