Chatting to a man about a dog

I stank of martinis, looked a right state and happened to meet a man about a dog.

It could be interesting, and perhaps pay off some of the Vegas trip (which was fabulous - even the bit where we broke down in Utah).

Drink, a mother's foot and a wedding

This is what you get when you are at a family wedding (which has taken months to plan, so it's hardly a suprise) and you're a member of our family. Shopping for outfits the day before; presents bought after the wedding ; and on the day itself finding myself squashed into a small loo in the Dylan Thomas centre with my mum, both slightly drunk, with me painting her toenails bright red - after the wedding has actually taken place.

Quite a few people asked her if she was okay and how she cut her foot. I don't have a steady hand at the best of times, the lack of space and addition of alcohol doesn't add to my beauty therapy skills....