In which I have not even investigated the Lush Valentine's range yet, but still have the audacity to blog.
In which I wish I was as cool as Frida.
In which I get some sleep.
In which I remember why I love baths.
In which I rush-bathe
Today was better. You can tell because I am listening to the Ghostbusters theme, not Radiohead. A long day, involving grown up things, and an early start. (I am not great at early starts.) By 5pm, I was begging for home time. At 7:15pm, I was in a taxi imploding with delight at the twin … Continue reading Better Days
In which I risk getting oil in my hair, in order to bathe in milk.