Not Your Nine To Five

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Spending The Night At Saltmarshe Hall, East Yorkshire



Well hello again. How's tricks? I hope you're keeping your pecker up despite this weeks' surprise visit from Storm Emma. Chilly would be an understatement wouldn't it! Anyway, on a more positive note, I mentioned in my last post that I'd spent a lovely night away recently and, as promised, here's a little bit about our first mini getaway of 2018.

And That's A Wrap...Dress


Why do I look like I've just found out that Cedric's been at it again with the parlour maid? I promise that was unintentional, and, I promise that I'm not stood next to an urn. Or at least I hope not.

I've been looking forward to sharing my new Saturday night number with you since, well, Saturday night. My polka dotted, frilled, red wrap dress of dreams (may Johnathon Ross never have to read that aloud).

Too Soon To Say Goodbye ... To Tights


I got up ridiculously early, for a Saturday, so that I could pose outside the Empire Services Club without anyone thinking a) what the chuff is she doing and b) where in Gods name are her tights? The early bird catches the worm and all that. 

It was therefore disappointing to arrive at said Services Club to find a) a coach parked up and b) more people passing through Hartington Road than you'd expect in the early hours on a Saturday morning. I was tempted to sack off the "shoot" (if pleading with your fiancĂ© to take photos of you classes as a shoot), but, it seemed a shame to let my first bare legged outing of 2018 be ruined by fears that Lancashire isn't ready for wannabe style bloggers prancing about it's streets.
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