I am happy beyond measure with my B Never Too Busy To Be Beautiful shower gel, which I am mostly pairing with the equally delicious Scrubee, and spending 45 minutes a day luxuriating in unctuous honey, which almost makes up for the fact that I’m not in my own flat at the moment, mostly.
I am happy the sun is showing signs of shining. I need it to be spring. If you’d asked me yesterday, or Saturday, I would have told you my life was great. It was. My friends are awesome. I am surrounded by brilliant people. And yesterday, I fell over in Waitrose. The existential ludicrousness of falling over in Waitrose makes it worth the knee injury, almost.
Today started with sunshine: glorious, glorious sunshine. And I wasn’t looking forward to it very much, but it was OK in the end, apart from the bit where I nearly fell asleep in the office, but let’s pretend that didn’t happen, and let’s pretend I didn’t get followed back from the pharmacist by a randy German tourist.
Life has its irritations, of course it does. There is honey. There is sunshine. Maybe it will be OK.