The inner Goldielocks

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