This weekend has been a funny old one so far.  The Mr is away stag do-ing in Newcastle, so i am rattling away in our little attic solo. I have used this opportunity to eat all the things he hates (scrambled eggs with smoked salmon) and play music loud until quite late (Flo, Lana and Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds) and dance in my pants - because i can.  Seriously. 

Last night when i got home from work, i made it just before the heavens opened and it poured down! It did that pretty much all the live long day yesterday - which for a girl …