ANOTHER NEW HOUSEMATE!

Oh my god!  I hear you say.  How can they fit anymore people into that flat?  Well luckily this new housemate is small and furry.  Introducing Moomin (or Moomin Troll as she is called).  We were only meant to be baby sitting her for 3 months while her owner went travelling, but due to added complications, it looks like she could be staying with us for some time.  Initially there were a few teething problems, mainly with the boy's (Cat's that is), who tried to hump her every two seconds.  Unfortunately Moomin did eventually get deflowered by Cassius in the door way to the bathroom, as I found out to my horror at 5.30am going to the bathroom to get ready for work!  That's not what you want to see at that time in the morning!  Poor Hank was heartbroken as I think he was in love with Moomin following her round like a lost puppy ( or a Pedophile: Depends which way you look at it!)  Since then we had her spade and everything is great.  Well sort of?  Moomin and Cassius are like boyfriend and girlfriend.  A girl after my own heart by picking the bad boy and well Hank and her have fights now and again as he now thinks she is a total slag who broke his heart and ran off with his best friend, but apart from that it all good? In fact Moomin is becoming quite the little Princess round the house, and I'm wondering who's wearing the pants these day's?  We love her all the same, as we like a bit of girl power.

WED

 It only took bloody 25 years, but yes!  My mum and Paul finally got hitched!  I know I'm biased, but it was probably the best wedding I have been too.  Even with my initially resentment over the bridesmaid dress and feeling out of my comfort zone, I have to say I didn't even mind it in the end.  There were tears, laughter, and of course embarrassing adult drunken dancing.  Not to sound to sickly about it but it was probably one of the best days of my life, and definitely one of Mum and Paul's (They deserve it!)  That's twice I've been a bridesmaid this year.  Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.  Don't worry I'm really not bothered.  When it came to throwing the bouquet, I ran in the opposite direction much to the horror of my mother.  Here are some photos of the day. 

THE HEN

I don't really like Hen Do's.  They bring out the worse in the British:  Big groups of women, behaving badly, drinking to much and walking around in silly scantily clad clothing!  This time though it was my mum's Hen, so I could hardly refuse.  My mum, has finally after 25 years together with her partner decided to get married and because my family don't do anything by halves, we had the Hen in Puerto Banus in Spain, in a massive villa!  On paper Puerto Banus is my worse nightmare:  Loads of of Brits with too much money and absolutely no class, and in reality it is all those things and worse!  All that said I had a great time, because at the end of the day, it doesn't matter where you are.  It matters who you are with and I was with great family and friends and even though I have realised that I am totally different from the rest of my family over the years, with my taste and what I do,  that doesn't mean that I can't have a good time with them.  Besides nothing really matters when you have a few drinks inside of you.

Me, a glass of wine, sun and a pool:  The life I was born to have!

The Hen's

Yuko my sister in Law

Mum:  well we had to dress her up didn't we?

Me and Mum

My cousin, Nicole and my sister paula, having a moment.

Me and my boat!

The most stupidly expensive bar ever!

Paula

Mum and Johanne.

OBSERVATIONS

• I think it must be the law to look like you have been tangoed in Puerto Banus.  Even the guys.  So orange.  Not attractive.  God!  The men were so disgusting and in love with themselves.
• Whats the point of going to Spain and only seeing British people. There everywhere, to the point that I don't think any Spanish people live there anymore?
• I nearly died when they told me, but it seems that some people in bars can live with themselves by charging people 200 Euros for a bottle of Vodka.  CRIMINAL!!!!!!!!!

YORKSHIRE

Sorry I haven't really done any posts in a while, but I have been up north in Yorkshire filming, in the middle of nowhere without any internet!  We were in the most beautiful town of Pickering in the Yorkshire Dales, doing a new BBC drama called "Accidental Farmer", with the lovely actress Ashley Jensen.  It was great fun, though I did spend most of my time putting mud and cow shit on the costumes and being slightly scared by some of the local farmers, who seemed quite mad.  All good fun though, with the sun shining, a hot tub in the cottage we were staying in and a great pig called Pinky who stole the show, and who's owners assured us, that she would not be turned into bacon when filming had finished?  God! I love my job when its in places as beautiful as this.

Pinky pig

Me and Fraser having hot tub fun.