It’s been a busy few days as Flint and I parted ways for the weekend and enjoyed our stag and hen dos. Flint headed off to Lisbon, Portugal and I went to London.
As always us girlies took loads of photos and the boys didn’t so there is little I can share about his trip.
As for mine, it was great! My friend Amy organised it and did an amazing job.
We started with a surprise climb up the O2 in the glorious sunshine and took in the views at the top
We headed back to our rooms and some had a little nap to reboot before the evening out. The girls all dressed in black whilst I wore cream and a pretty tiara with veil attached – just in case it wasn’t obvious that I was the bride!
Again, not a lot survived!
We had a meal and started making our way around London via the underground. I think this may have been the best part; a busker on his saxophone had us all throwing some shapes and passers by were joining in. I thought we were in a film at one point!
I really enjoyed the day and night and the girls were kind, I drank what I wanted to and had a giggle.
Flint on the other hand text me Sunday morning to say he had never felt worse! The poor sausage had to fly home with a massive hangover and he laid on the sofa all evening feeling sorry for himself while I went for a run. Now who’s the survivor 😉