Emory had some friends from the stables for a sleepover on the weekend which meant that Saturday and Sunday consisted of: four giggling girls, the smell of nail polish, a couple of episodes of Heartland, a little bit of talk about boys, a lot of talk about the ponies they love (complete with graffiti on the chalkboard to show exactly which ponies they're the most in love with), a horse jumping course set up in the living room (in which the girls were the horses), the sewing/gluing/making of accessories for their Breyer horses, some pop music, and (let's be honest here) not a whole lot of sleep!
Me? Well, there was some wine and a lot of fibre. I got through it.
