Oct
31
So, I’ve got the afternoon off. I planned to come home and send out a few emails, you know, catch up on my admin. But no. Hotmail is not working. For, I think, the first time ever? So now I feel stranded. I’ve just had a banana and a diet coke. And that’s about all I have to report. Oh, apart from the fact that when I wore my new jeans for the first time the other day, they ended up with beer all over them (booze Britain) so I washed them immediately. Stepped out in them for the second time today and have come home with mud splashed up the back of my leg. It’s not even raining? Only me. Harumph. And now, because I’m so annoyed about all of the above and more, here’s an aesthetically pleasing picture.
Oct
28
I’m up, up and at ‘em. Woke without my alarm for the first time in ages, which is a treat. Had myself an early night, counted some sheep, and it seems to have done the trick. However, there is some shade to this light (there’s no such thing as light without shade). I’ve sat down with a coffee and a cereal bar, all ready to put the news on, and I can’t get the tv to work. Honestly, there’s not a day goes by when I can’t work something, whether it’s the tv, the computer, the fan controllers (don’t ask me), the speakers, the internet or the bloody hoover (the other day, I couldn’t get the hoover plug to fit in the socket – the boy had to use pliers and all sorts). Things just fail at my touch and I haven’t got the logic to put them right (which is where the boy comes in, every day). Dare I wake him and say the dreaded: I can’t work the tv?
Oct
15
A cheeky bit of morning rugby. Then to work. Then I’m off out later. Fancy nancy. Oh, and speaking of fancy, those of you who follow me on twitter will be aware that I got my hands on an iPhone 4s yesterday (I may or may not have queued). It’s beyond fancy. Hopefully it’ll improve the quality of my blog photos (8 mega pixels – what are YOU sayin’). Watch this space! But for now, I’ll let George do the talking.
Oct
06
Just a quick one. I’m off down south. Not looking forward to traipsing through the driving rain to the station. But other than that I’m excited. I’ve been packing for-what-feels-like-ever. I’m only going for three days, like. Anyway, I’m finally ready and have sat down to blog. The boy has just taken a quick snap of me for that very purpose. As ever, my curtain of hair is blocking my face (get used to it). But more important than my face are the clothes. Shorts and jumper – American Apparel, Vintage Breton, Necklace – Topshop, Desert Boots – Clarks.
Sep
30
What an absolute scorcher! And there I was, worrying about finding a winter coat. (I’m still worrying about that, but it’s not such a priority, clearly). I’m more concerned right now about my lack of appropriate footwear for such temperatures. I might just stay where I am, sat by the back door, with the delicious smell of sunshine wafting in. If only I had a bit of sand on the balcony, I’d be out there! Or maybe I’ll actually venture out onto the street. We shall see.
Sep
24
When I walked into Topshop the other day, I did immediately regret having my hairstyle changed recently. You’ll remember how I deliberated over it massively (I might’ve even mentioned it once or twice). But in the end I did it. Got rid of the beautiful bowl and had a fringe properly cut in. Partly because it’s much easier for me to maintain myself (my hairdresser lives down south, don’tcha know) and partly because I think I might actually want to get to a stage where I can tie it up for once. But anyway, when I saw these mannequins, I felt instant, gnawing regret. Apparently, I was just way ahead of the game. P.S. Excuse the terrible picture – I always feel naughty/stealthy/rushed when taking photos in shops, as if they’ll think I’m trying to steal their ideas (when in fact they’ve rudely stolen mine).
Sep
15
At one point, this blog became little more than an exasperated weather report. You’ll no doubt have noticed that I’ve since made a conscious effort to step away from the weather. But today I’m sure you will forgive me when I say these two small things (small in form, maybe, but ominous in their meaning): FOG and COLD. For the purposes of this blog, I will leave it at that. But if you’d like to know more (as I’m sure you do) I have, of course, not actually left it at that. Have a look on my twitter page for the complete story. Ok. So, that will be that. Dare I mention the winter coat search? Let battle commence.
Sep
14
Today went something like this: work this morning, cinema this afternoon (I finally saw One Day – the boy put his foot down and refused to participate but I couldn’t wait any longer so I went on my own and consequently couldn’t cry with anywhere near as much abandon as was necessary), came home to carbonara for dinner (the boy’s way of making up for the fact that he refused the film – it’ll do!) and now I’m watching a little football and may or may not have coincided that with the ordering of the Frankie Diary 2012 (I missed out spectacularly last year – it was completely sold out by the time I even heard of it). So, that’s that. Oh and by the way, the book is way better than the film, but you should still go and see it, if only for the Jim Sturgess aspect.
Sep
13
Another by-product of my novel-mania is that I end up with a stack of catch-up reading to do (I need to calm down with the compounds, I know). I simply must make a start on this stack before my next book delivery arrives (I have learnt that I’m sucker for an amazon book delivery – swoon!).
