Just when you thought you were getting rid of me...

Firstly, I want to clear something up. Ego I may have, but it wasn’t my idea to call Canada Carada, that was all Berry. In fact she gets a fee every time it’s used (in the form of hot men posted back from Canada).
So. Yep. This is my blog.
I thought it might be a good idea before I go so that I’m not repeating the same things over and over to people when I’m away. It should probably be censored to some extent as I’d imagine my mother will get her hands on it at somepoint and I can’t be trusted not to get into some kind of nonsense 5 minutes after landing…
I’d write something witty (or try to) for my first post but the truth is I’m so broken after last night I’m not sure I’ll ever get higher brain function back. Tequila is my friend. Going to bed at 5.30am is most definitely not.
It was worth it though, had a great leaving night with almost all of my favourite people. The night was missing my Gordon, but Harriet gave me a video he’d made from London. Cue the first of the night’s tears. God, I’m even welling up just thinking about it.
The second (and last) was a rather epic affair in the middle of a hallway where Fiona and I drunkenly clung to each other sobbing and making people run from the vicinity. I love that we have that effect on people. It’s definitely a talent.
One of the highlights of the evening (there were many: the book, a random black man giving me a good luck hair bobble, making a grown man cry, a lot of balloon fun and a cat beanie that got whored out to everyone) had to be putting Jennifer to bed at 5.30am, by which point she’d lost the ability to say anything except ‘snarf’. And did so with some frequency.
Writing this makes it sink home just how much I’m going to miss all of my amazing friends. Even if it’s only for a year. You’re my big, nutty, drunken, hilarious and adorable extended family and I’m going to miss you like crazy xxx