Pootle and I are in bed. Watching a film and drinking tea.
This is quite normal after a few glasses of wine, however we are now doing this sober.
The boys are having a sleepover so it makes sense. We have become the Morecambe & Wise of our town. Sitting watching Bridesmaids (again), putting the world to rights (again) and discussing our itinerary of New York (again).
The itinerary is now finalised. We have set down exactly what we are doing and when, with some spare time to flirt with New Yorkers and hang round a few bars. We have been reliably informed that transatlantic men are among the finest, so we have high expectations.
Just eighteen sleeps to go for what aims to be one of the best experiences of our lives...we can not wait.
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