The Other Woman is in Edinburgh in her professional capacity as a comedy critic.
Much as she loves this annual working beano she is also fully aware that it comes at a price – and that price is spending a week recovering from seven days of late-night drinking, a bad diet and a distinct lack of sleep as she continues to 'network'.
But she never learns. She sent me a text message on day one of her stay and it read: 'Arrived 12 hours ago and still going. White wine and chips for dinner...'
Even funnier is the fact that she returns to London to move into her new flat with her fella, so instead of intimate romance in their new home he's going to have to put up with her being grumpy and tired and farting as she recovers from her week of work-meets-fun.
He's a lucky fella...
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