So, day two.
I feel cheated of my weekend. Back to work again tomorrow and have spent the majority of the last two days amongst trying relatives.
Today was the christening of my most recent cousin (I lost count of how many there are now but i think we must be in the thirties). I spent most of the afternoon being harassed by a crazy 5 year old (cousin no. 29 or thereabouts), who repeatedly attempted lifting up my skirt whilst screeching at a pitch previously unknown to mankind. As i paid little attention to my underwear whilst dressing this morning, its a good job she didn't suceed!
Ah well, best mate is back from Scotland so meeting up for drinks in a Soho comedy club tomorrow- fortunately she doesn't have the same habit of attempting to reveal my underwear to the general public.
