Vogue

It was finally time for our long awaited girls day out. We had been planning this for months- a child free, husband free day out to spend money we didn't have on things we didn't need. Bliss. And it was nearly scuppered by a couple of errant husbands. Following an all night drinking session on Friday (which I had the sense to bow out of at 7.30 am) husbands two and three decided that rather than go to bed they would head down to the pub and make a weekend of it.

They were given a pass on the condition that they would be home and sober enough to look after their children by the 9am departure time the girls had planned for the morning. Unfortunately the demon drink took over and after several failed attempts to prise them away from the pub the pair of them eventaully made the two mile stumble home at quarter to four in the morning, the walk having taken them two hours in temperatures of minus four. Husband two decided that the best thing to ward off hypothermia would be a bowl of soup. Quite sensible you would think until he went and passed out on the couch leaving the soup on the hob. Four hours later there was a very smoky house, completely ruined pan, cross wife and sheepish husband (thankfully mine was the one who stayed home).

Needless to say we still went on our day out and Satans Minions were left to scavenge what they could from the fridge and floor. This is one of the particularly fetching jackets for sale in Brodie as modelled by smoky Joes other half. A snip at a mere £365.