im morphing into bridget jones!

i’ve just spent the last couple of hours sat watching bridget jones… wtf i hear you say – i’ve asked myself the same thing. i was convinced that i wanted to stay in and have a girlie night though, so it seemed a good idea at the time.

having watched bridget sing badly to shaka khan, cook awfully and drink far too much, it led to a moment of reflection….

i looked around the room to find myself sat here with my cats, the candles on, my laptop by my side and a bottle of beer in my hand (can i just add that i only started drinking beer last month!) when it hit me – i’m bridget in the making! when did that happen?

i’m going to be a 90 year old spinster that will be eaten by alsations before you know it – oh how i can’t wait