We had been planning on heading out to the countryside for the rest of the weekend. In making these plans however, there were a number of factors which we failed to take into account: number one, that last night’s bar was going to be serving a cocktail which tasted exactly like old fashioned rhubarb and custard sweets; and number two, that Katie would feel the compulsion to drain about forty of them.
In the picture above, Katie’s wearing the fluffy pajamas of remorse.
In the picture below, Katie’s managed to get dressed (although the flower thing is a hoax – there’s absolutely no chance of her being able to smell anything other than gin). The trousers are Topshop and the silk top is Pringle.