Poorly Farrah

I got a phone call to say Farrah had been sick. I picked her up, she ate a yogurt, a biscuit, crisps, toast, beetroot and goats cheese... And was fine. Hmm.

Before collecting her I had a meeting with one of the bridal shops in town, who are hopefully going to display 'BIG LOVE' in their window over the Christmas period, which is really exciting.

I am now laughing inappropriately at the fact that I was convinced I had a funeral to attend tomorrow. Turns out is on Wednesday. I would have been forever known as 'Who WAS that woman?'

Mx