Too many boys

Saying that it was ok for Billy to invite ten friends to sleep over was a really bad idea (especially with a chemical hangover). It's certainly been a long evening, and there's all of tomorrow morning to look forward to yet. Great. Thankfully, they've stopped all the rough and tumble and shouting for now – was totally doing my head in – and are watching some crap film or other. Desperately wanting to crawl into bed but can't; when I do, it'll be top to tail in Rosie's as mine's kind of full! Fell into bed at dawn this morning, fully clothed (2^nd time this week – not good) waking up with bra straps digging in is always unpleasant. Should know better.

Can't be asked to blog right now. Going to have to play the heavy and tell the lads downstairs to shut the fuck up. I'm tired. Grumpy. And somewhat perturbed to discover that my belly's turned into flubber (when did that happen?) Looking down at it hanging over the top of my jeans is truly hideous – 'muffin top' to use the correct technical term. Will have to try and remember how to do sit-ups methinks.