The morning after

Oh God. How rough do I feel this morning following a heavy night out at JCs and then Diva's with James-Dean-lookey-likey, the Boltmeister. Still managed to get up at 9.30 though and grabbed a "brunchie wrap" which is essentially the basic rudiments of a full English breakfast encased in puff pastry. Mmm...lovely. I could have done with a strong black coffee too - there are some days when tea just doesn't cut it.

Having major problems posting some photos of Coco and Es chatting with a policeman at a fete in Cardiff.These ladies seem to have a habit of attracting (or is that harrassing?) policemen.