[beverley.rose]

Last night, I went to a ladies night at Debenhams, in Chester, with some of the girls, from Unique. I had carefully planned what to wear and the time, I would need to change and walk to the station, in heels. Great, until I found my dress would not do up; no way. Re think; red shirt, but had to accept, I was bursting out of it.

I can just see you running round in a mad panic, blouse on backwards, tripping over the dogs, mismatched shoes...

Panic, run for car, get to station, with 2 minutes to spare and forget to turn lights off! What is more useless, than a dead car, late at night, when your feet have had enough and your AA membership, is the subject of a cock up? I have an answer; can you guess it?

Err... no. Go on then, enlighten me.

Now for the silver linings; the top I wore, I liked, but, it had always had a will if it's own and I was always fiddling with it, to keep it in place; it seems to love my new figure. Further, I just had to weigh myself and reckon, if anything, I am lighter, than when I last wore said dress: oh happy days. I just keep feeling more and more fem.

Sounds like a good night out. Coming out of Debenhams, all dressed to the nines, at least you all would be exempt from that old law that any welshmen found within Chester's town walls after dark are to be killed. I am sure it does not apply to Welsh women.

Anyway, what happened after you got the train back? Did the car start? Did the AA rescue you? Or did you call on the services of Shanks Pony?

What a night.....

Beverley