Fella's stag do is over.
And he's so hung over I find it lovely and amusing.
His brother made him wear a Dolly Parton outfit
all night round the pubs so he says he now knows how it feels to be a woman and to be leered at all the time.
I think people kept grabbing his boobs everywhere he went.
But he is alive and, although they did go to a gentleman's club, I am feeling ok about the whole thing.
So now we're full steam ahead for the wedding. Bits and pieces to sort out like seat covers and prezzies to do but I can now start getting excited about it. Yiiippppeee!!!
