Hen party ended up with me in a bit of a sorry state

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I’m at that age now where everyone around me is settling down, planning their weddings and babies.

I’m kind of left wondering if I’m the only one that still thinks they’re 21, free and ready to party.

One of my best friends, Denise Randell – who I have known since we were just nine years old – is getting married next month and we’re flying to Antigua to see her and her fiancé, Del Button, tie the knot.

I’m excited and thrilled for them, but also a little nervous. You see, I’m not sure I’m ready to let her go yet. It just seems so final and so, well, grown-up.

Having said that, I wasn’t particularly grown-up at the weekend when I helped Denise’s sister, Vicki, organise the hen do.

It was all going so well, until we decided to start the festivities at 2pm on Saturday.

That really should have been the indicator that things would get messy, although that’s what hen and stag dos are all about.

I wasn’t the only person who spent two days afterwards nursing a bad head and stomach.

As you can imagine, I got little sympathy from anyone, with my partner Matt shaking his head dismissively when I arrived back home a bit ‘worse for wear.’ He looked like a disappointed parent.

We arranged to have a mini party round Vicki’s house first – you know the drill, a few wines, a few nibbles – before heading in a mini bus to Brighton where we were going to continue the celebrations.

The mini party was brilliant and my sister Michelle, who takes great pleasure in organising party activities, made sure no-one got out of the dreaded ‘truth or dare’ games and I learned a few things about friends that I hadn’t known (but obviously I’m sworn to secrecy).

I felt relatively fine at that point, but later on ended up with my head in a bin bag all the way home.

I felt so embarrassed – not least because Denise’s work friends, the lovely girls from Nail Elegance in Waterlooville (who I’ve never been out with before) were the ones left looking after me and rubbing my back.

I was the only one out of 14 girls in such a state, including the bride-to-be!

Oh dear.