klair

i've finally caught up on my sleep after saturday night & my body clock is pretty much back to normal. i haven't gone to bed at 8 am for years, and certainly not without the use of chemicals!
2 whole nights & without the kids
i went to birmingham for a mates birthday & managed to have a good time, which hasn't been happening the last few times i've been out drinking. not that it happens very often. this time i wasn't with people who don't see my point of view about why i choose not to drink, so there was no pressure i did have 2 1/2 drinks in the end but was only to celebrate with dom. i didn't feel ill, i didn't spend all night with my head down the toilet puking, i didn't make a tit of myself, i didn't get into any arguments, i can remember every fun-packed minute but most of all, i had a right laugh which proved me right - i don't need to get fucked up to have fun!
neil, on the other hand, drank a lot hehe:



yesterday, still feeling tried, i took the kids to stratford upon avon for the day. we went to the butterfly farm & stuff, had a wicked time but totally wore all 3 of us out!