So much this week!

 

80's bingo night with work mates. I felt so cool in my outfit until I walked into the room of 700 women all dressed exactly the same! I've never seen so many pink tutus! I have to say that I was a teenager in the 80's and I don't recall anyone ever wearing a pink tutu. But there you go.

Mark and I had a lovely weekend away. One night in Stirling - so pretty, and one night back at the House of Gods in Glasgow. Amazing hotel, great cocktails in the rooftop garden bar! Just love it. 

I bought some new knickers. M&S Brazilian style. I had no idea what Brazilian style was all about, though Mark knowingly told me they weren't the same as Victoria Secrets Brazilian style. I really had no idea which way they went on. The label was at the side, rather than the back which wasn't helpful. The picture on the pack gave nothing away either. I thought lacy bits at the back. Mark told me lacy bit at the front. I tried both ways with not much difference so went with lace at the front. At the end of the day I realised I'd been wearing them back to front! The placement of the gusset gave it away. Why on earth did I listen to a boy telling me how to wear my knickers?! And, how did he know what Victoria Secrets knickers were like?? (Apparently I made him buy my yoga pants from them so now they keep sending him emails - he wasn't complaining mind you). Oh, and he also decided VS Brazilian were the same as M&S Brazilian after all! 

Daft Gilly number 2 - at the Stirling hotel I was looking for the little pats of butter next to the toaster. I saw a yellow box with BUTTER written down the side. It was on a guest table next to the buffet but figured staff had put the box down and got side tracked. Except it wasn't a box of butters, it was a yellow novel that was called Butter!! Honestly, how mad is that! 

Daft Gilly number 3 - my friend popped over for a cuppa. We were in the kitchen, I'd put the kettle on and Effy (the robotic hoover) was doing the kitchen floor. She went back to her base station when she started making a funny noise. The noise got worse, and I actually thought she was going to explode! I quickly ran to shout for Mark to come quick! When I walked back into the kitchen I realised the noise was actually my kettle whistling! Mark was so happy that someone outside of the household had witnessed my craziness! 

Be more like the weather, it doesn't care if it's criticised.