Tattooed!

Sorry I haven’t written for awhile but things were pretty rubbish at the end of last year. The lowest point was a week and a half of shredding paper at a school in Stockport – soul destroying.

Wedding plans going okay. Not long to go now - only three and a half months.

Strange dreams – dreamt that I was on my hen do and I got so blind drunk that I woke up the next day to discover a tattoo on my right knee! It was in the shape of a road stop sign that had an arrow pointing up and the text in bold MOVE UP! I mean, I hate my short stubby legs enough without a horrible big black tattoo on my chunky knees. I was so mortified that I had no recollection of going to a tattoo parlour for such an ugly tattoo. Becky got a battering as she is the one of the hen organisers and I told her that everyone who had been on the hen night would have to contribute to it being lasered off. I woke up relived that it had all been a horrible dream.

Speaking of hen nights – mine is turning into a logistical nightmare as I had finally decided on York for the 1st April weekend but this is when the races are on so all the accommodation is booked up. I have a friend who knows York well on the case so hopefully get some accommodation and a date confirmed soon.


My mother also had a strange dream the other night (this is where I get it from) that my Dad and Uncle Jimmy walked me up the aisle. The main problem was that my Dad was in the nude! I won’t divulge any further details as to what happened next as it is too rude for the internet.