So, the mood I was in last night and what followed seem to be completely unrelated, and as a dear friend of mine would say - just another sign that I have, in fact, completely lost my marbles.

About a half hour after I posted yesterday I was wearing a dress, heels, matching jewellery and make up on. I left the house and dashed down to the site causing me a small portion of my current stress. My parent’s Silver Wedding Anniversary party. When it comes to things like this I can get a little freakish in the control of’ department. Just a little. And so so many things are not in your control (like whether or not anyone shows, whether they have a good time, will anyone be horrendously allergic to the food and die on the dancefloor therefore creating the wrong kind of memories) that I prefer to not be the one throwing the party. Attending is enough of a stress as then it’s all personal stuff (will I be the only one I know, will I end up with my dress tucked in my knickers post loo visit, will I be the only one dressed up and therefore look like a nonce in the middle of lots of hip casually dressed people?).

Anyway, I arrived, spoke to the barstaff and manager of the place we were holding it (who I’m sure think of me now as ‘crazy stresshead woman’; spoke to and paid the DJ (who seemed to know what he was doing and, I guess, was training someone else - or who had a groupie); and then downed my very first double Southern Comfort and lemonade of the night.

Several embarrassing things happened to my parents throughout the night which mortified them in many ways but they had a good time; which was the only thing that really matters; and no one died. I saw people I know in a different light. There were an extraordinary large amount of comments about the fact that I have legs and boobs from those who usually only see me in combat pants and Artificial Duck t-shirts.

The Cube, the wonderful place in Kirkham where we held the do, was MAGNIFICENT. The food, the staff, the venue, the whole kit and kaboodle were excellent and if, anyone is looking for someone to hold an event, do it there. Do it there, oh, do it there.

Next year I get to host two more parties - Dad’s 60th and Mum’s 50th. Lovely.

But, yes, I am sorry for yesterday. 10 more days to ‘results’ day and 25 days until 30. I can feel Carousel approaching…