In which I grow old
In which the drugs do work.
In which I get up very early and prove I have no self control.
Thursday, I was in work at 8am. By 2pm, I was fantasising about my bath, and figured maybe I should break out another Enchanter, so I would smell of sexy oranges all day today. I had an end point in my head for Thursday. A place I wanted to get to before I finished. 7:30pm … Continue reading Honey
Last night, I went to Ghostbusters instead of having a bath. Ghostbusters was ACE and just what I needed, as was the Elderflower Prosecco spritz thing I drank, and the chocolate coated honeycomb. And the gossip. I'd taken my shoes off in the cinema, and when I went to put them back on again, my … Continue reading Who You Gonna Call?
Then I went to bed. And I was lying in bed, thinking how, actually, the post-bath smell of The Enchanter is a bit like a citrusy, Christmassy hug, especially when you're wrapped under a duvet. Then my phone made that whooshing noise it makes when an email comes in, and it turned out to be … Continue reading Bananas