More running for the bus this morning. This time the driver didn’t bother to get in the correct lane so didn’t bother stopping for me. She motioned for me to run to the next stop. Cheers love! I read yesterday that nine out of ten of the unhappiest places to live in the UK are in London. I’m not going to argue.
I was supposed to post yesterday but I was still suffering from a calorie overload food coma that I slipped into on Tuesday night. It was Ant’s 30th and if that isn’t an excuse to eat half a kilo of steak then I don’t know what is. (FYI Hawksmoor steaks do live up to the hype)
I still need to show off my latest purchases but I’m literally buying stuff at too fast a rate. I might have a problem, I woke up from a feverish dream at 5am, went in eBay and bought this:
I can’t wait for it to come! I have so many amazing plans for it. Although one could argue it looks suspiciously like my new leopard sweater. But you can absolutely never have too much cat themed paraphernalia.
It’s the last day of work before Easter then I have give glorious days off. It all kicks off with Ant’s birthday bash tomorrow, which means I need to sort out/buy an outfit. I kept complaining to him that I couldn’t find anything fabulous. It’s dinner then house party then out in Shoreditch so I need to somehowlook fabulous without being overdressed. There’s no more shameful feeling than being all dressed up and nowhere (appropriate) to go.