A grand occasion

Spang spang spangalishious.

The Jersey weekend was very good. Although we had to travel there in force 6-7 winds in the little 'shed with wings' they call the trilander. Spent Saturday shopping in St Helier, getting totally lost in the hire car driving around the north coast trying to find somewhere nice to have a coffee (unsuccessfully), spotted a few crazy surfers in the sea, eventually found a pub back in town.

Then back to the hotel to scrub up for the evening do. It was very swanky pants. There was a proper red carpet and a film crew (!) interviewing us as we arrived, then it was all champagne and glitzy glamness, nice food and awards given out and blah blah blah. Got drunk, got the hiccups, got put sat next to the Managing Director (Nick's big boss!), I suitably wowed him with my tipsy eloquence so there you go. Smoked far too many cigarettes and nearly lost the fur stole. Left it on a chair and came back to find some man wearing it, so growled at him and whipped it back. Don't mess with the stole!! So many people stroked it, it probably needs a wash.

The only hairy moment came on the Sunday when I somehow lost Nick in a multistorey carpark, he was driving round looking for me while I was on the wrong floor/outside panicing. I eventually found 2 boys who were sat smoking rollies who lend me a mobile. The thing was we had to get to the airport and ended up being late but we managed to phone them en route and tell them that we were running late. I was nearly in tears and Nick was grumpily hungover and it wasn't very nice. He disappeared again when they called the flight and everyone had to wait again for us because he was being ill in the toilets. Ahh well we got back in one piece. They even let us through with twice as much hand luggage as we were supposed to have.

I am going to cook a roast chicken tonight with lots of roast parsnips. Nick's taken the week off work to fit the kitchen so I'm going to play the good girlfriend and cook him some hearty food.