Week in Pictures







So then she went and got all kinds of pregnant, THAT CUOT.





We celebrated the baby coming with carrot cake...




... And awkward dancing in the street.






I drowned my sorrows in girls' night beer.




But I will never be so drunk as to confess to having eaten more than one pizza. Shit. Wait.




What's that Laura? ANOTHER HEADSCARF?






Then I was all, 48 HOURS IN DERBY? YESSSSSS. @calummcswiggan is the bestest.






I chose the wine. "The red kind," I said.




Calum chose the cheese. "The melted kind," he said.








I bullied my nana into a photograph. Mum optimistically yelled, "BECAUSE WE MIGHT NEVER BE TOGETHER EVER AGAIN SO SHUT UP AND SMILE." You feel her love.




Auntie Barbara needed no such encouragement. "Just make it a good one," she instructed. 










Afternoon tea in a country cottage. That's what I call home.










"Do you like my stripy trousers?" I asked Uncle David. "No, duck," he said, unapologetically.







I wore them to see my Favourite Cousin and my Favourite Godmother anyway. They said, "WELL HEY, NEON!"




Before I flew back to Rome everybody sang happy birthday to me. I love cake three weeks early. I just love cake, actually. HAPPY PREMATURE BIRTHDAY TO ME.











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  1. Serrah12 May 2012 at 08:42

    Do you mind if I re-post this on my blog?

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  2. Laura Jane Williams12 May 2012 at 09:20

    Urm, NO! Not at all! Unless your site is Get Off My Internet. Then this just got awkward. *goes to look...* I think we're money. Thanks!xxx

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