When you arrive to a hen do and have a survival kit ready and waiting on your bed you know you're in for a good weekend. Needless to say, it did not disappoint. So many lashes, so much Prosecco...the hengover is brutal. My feet are still sore from hours and hours of dancing whilst wearing entirely unsuitable shoes. My ears are ringing. My head still feels heavy. And I'm so tired. So, so tired. Tomorrow I'm back to mumming the ratbags. JOY. But not before unfurling and washing a scrunched up mess of an espresso martini soaked dress first though. Monday morning goals. Maybe. #handyhen #hengover #countdowntothewedding (at Liverpool)


















