Anyway I am just flying in to say I'm back, I'm fine, I'm a bit tired, I'm drowning under the chaos of housework and washing, I'm cuddling the boys as much as they'll let me, I've been talking to my besties on the blower, replying to a zillion lovely emails from THAT post. You know, the usual back to life hubbub that occurs after being away.
So in lieu of a real post here's a photo of the wedding that took place a week ago in The Ladies Pavilion, Central Park, NYC.
|I totally fancy the pants off Mr C in this photo.|
I'll be back next week with a proper post all about the wedding and the holiday. Also I have some crochet and knitting to Ta Dahhhhhhhh.....but I am a shade jet lagged so that'll have to wait. I can't believe I used to cross several time zones just days apart and still look glossy and groomed. Oh to be 23 again. You should see me now. I look sort of grimy. I'm certain Richard Branson would have to kick me off the crew if I was still a trolley* (as my mate affectionately calls me)
*translation for those who are over seas. We call cabin crew trolley dollies over here. It's usually said as a derogatory term but I've always rather liked it and never minded being referred to in this way. Probably because I am far from doll like in real life.