dress up

A really strange Saturday of not quite knowing where we are and what we're doing, it's so disorientating being in Broadbottom! Eve did her new ballet class (loves it) while I ran round like a headless chicken looking for a lost purse which I hadn't even lost! We also did a jaunt to Manchester for some secret birthday shopping and then I street pastored the mean streets of Glossop in the evening. It was genuine carnage - teens whose drinks had been spiked, suicidal people, the usual vomiting sixth formers. There were lots of lovely chatty happy drunks too, makes me feel tipsy just having a laugh with them!

The picture is Eve modelling my Mum's wedding dress (during a clear out operation).