Been out for dinner with friends from St Andrews tonight.
Got a bit tiddly and started feeling all romantic about the snow and various men-folk..
Deary me, I can't seem to keep a hold of my words when I'm pissed. Tend to say things I shouldn't to people I shouldn't when I've had one too many wines (Dark rum - who am I kidding?).
Literally let my hair down too. Well, let the curls out. Normally I fight the inner Goldielocks but I couldnt be arsed.
That Tom Jones poster was on the wall next to out table. It made my meal THAT much better. A-Mazing.xx
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