Saturday morning, after about 4 hours sleep we got up to go shopping. Oh my goodness did we feel bad! We went to York and guess what, they have only gone and opened a massive new H & M there, I love that shop, absolutely love it.
All in all it was a really successful shopping trip, we spent loads of money and I got the coolest pair of red wedge shoes in Miss Selfridge because I don’t care what anyone says, I really needed another pair of shoes!

The coolest wine box in the world which now lives in my garage and I am never ever throwing it away!

We somehow managed to miss the train home so we decided to go for a quick drink which turned into a whole bottle of wine which made us miss another train so we thought to kill some time we should have another drink and then, wouldn’t you know it, we missed another train. Only just though I might add, we were getting better. So we went for another drink.
To be honest by the time we got of the train we were pretty hammered.
And the battery on my phone went dead so I had to switch it off.

This is Deborah - she gets me drunk and makes me miss trains

I swear I have the most patient husband in the world. He came to pick us up at the station, 2 hours later than he thought he would be and we walked round the car park looking for the car (slightly tipsy, weighed down by shopping bags and giggling like loonies) and we couldn’t find it. I though I saw it and started walking towards it and then Deborah shouted, “that’s not your car”! “oh yeah” says I and then we started giggling again because I was a numpty and didn’t even know my own car. Except it was my car, which I didn’t realise until 20 minutes later when I switched my phone back on to get about 10 messages from Hubby who had been sitting in the car park the whole time in the car which honestly didn’t look like mine.

So we went home, got changed, polished off another bottle of wine and went out clubbing!

Shurrrupp and fill up my glass

We got in about 3 but I didn’t harass any taxi drivers this time because my patient, lovely gorgeous husband who deserves a medal came to pick us up. I phoned him and babbled down the phone “come get me, luvvvvv youuuuuuu” and so he did and he even turned up right outside the kebab shop because as he said whilst rolling his eyes “I knew exactly where you’d be”.
And we had such a good night, laughing and dancing and reminiscing. Must have been the reminiscing that set me off, or maybe because Deborah was going home the next day (but it was probably the booze) but I was so homesick that when I got home I was howling.
“I’m coming on the train with you” I was sobbing. And that was me, for the next hour. Crying, laughing at myself for being so stupid, crying some more, eating pizza and then crying some more.
What a drunken idiot.

Cheeeeese-yyyyyyyyyyy

Then I cried on Sunday because I didn’t want her to go and I had to take her back to the train station and I hate train stations because most times I go I’m saying goodbye to people and I’m really no good at goodbyes and I so wished it was me going back up north on that train!

This is what the morning after looks like and it's not even fuuny!

She goes out all weekend, gets drunk..........and leaves me with this stupid cat!