Hen Party

This week I began the daunting, but equally exciting task of planning my best friend’s hen do. The bride has decided she would like Ladies Day at Newcastle Racecourse to be the main event and what the bride wants, the bride gets. I hope. This makes a refreshing change from a pub crawl in Blackpool wearing matching t-shirts and penis shaped headbands. Not that I don’t love a penis shaped headband, quite the contrary.

I’ve heard on the bridalvine that the best man is planning a long weekend in Benidorm for the stag do. My initial reaction to this was slight panic. Having to compete with sunshine, cheap cocktails and sandy beaches was going to be quite the challenge. But then I realised that firstly, it isn’t a competition and secondly, the bride’s wishes are completely different to the groom’s and as long as I follow her guidelines I’ll be fine. Plus, without offending the stags, isn't Benidorm a bit tacky?

On an obviously more important point, a long weekend in Benidorm doesn’t warrant posh dresses, fascinators and fabulous shoes.

One of my fellow bridesmaids prudently asked if it was too early to start shopping. My response? Its never too early to start shopping.

Give Blood

As a student I gave blood fairly regularly, anything for free tea and biscuits, but since graduating I’ve only been once or twice which is terrible considering there is a drop in centre within walking distance of my office (Norfolk House Donor Clinic).

Last week my friends and I decided to make the effort to go so appointments were made and armed with the latest OK! I went today to donate my pint!

The two orange club biscuits afterwards made it all worth it.

I promise to try and make it a regular thing.

A New Arrival

From previous posts, in particular 'Baby Shower' you will know a friend of mine has been expecting a baby.


Well, the baby has arrived!

I've not asked for permission to post this so for now all I will say that 'it' is a little boy and mummy and baby are doing well.

Congratulations! Can't wait to meet the little guy.

I will be popping to The White Company during my lunch break to choose a gift. (After 39 hours of labour, yes you read that right, I doubt my friend will read this for a while so it will remain a surprise!).

Huge Feet

This morning I realised I hadn't updated you on the French Sole situation.

I met my friend (who is due to give birth in exactly 6 days!) for lunch at Bacchanalia (average, nothing special) before heading to Selfridges. Upon arrival we discovered that oh heck, they had a sale on. My French Soles were reduced by £36, a huge saving!

Their website warned me that their sizes are on the small side but I was stunned, traumatised even, that I needed a size 8, I'm normally a 6 and a half! But the purchase was made and I went home to parade around my flat in my new 'I've just been promoted and I've wanted these for months' shoes.

And then it hit. They were too small. The next day I returned to Selfridges to wish them well and say goodbye, more trauma!

I am awaiting an email from frenchsole.com to inform me that the next size is back in stock.