Ever have one of those weekends when you wake up on Monday morning questioning whether or not any of it actually happened?
Saturday started quietly enough, a lie in, some netflix then a trip to gym to jump in the jacuzzi. I went for lunch, and then got ready for a night in a castle.
We made our way to the castle to find a gaggle of girls already there and ready to party.
We got dressed in our finest and proceeded to the dining room (table sat 20 +) and then had a few nibbles and some champagne.
Then it was time for a burlesque lesson.
And we agreed to go to London and be in an amatuer show in Soho.
Then we drank more, feasted on venison from the estate and more excellent food.
The party quieted down around 3 or 4 am, but the hardcore stayed up til even later.
I got home around 6pm, thoroughly exhausted and amazed at what I had learnt about myself.