It only took us three months to get around to it, but the Lau and I went shopping in central London yesterday. Of course, you need to have loads of dosh to shop properly, so we kinda looked around and I bought her a top to replace the one she's given me - a black number that requires double sided tape to control. We'll just have to see if THAT one ever makes the light of day.
Ian got through to the assessment stage. We're not really approaching the issue head-on right now, and as such, I don't really want to write about it. It's heavy on my mind at the moment, don't think I don't spend most of my time thinking about the ramifications of this; but to be fair, all that will come later, maybe.
Payday tomorrow. Hella-hella-lujah - Orange just billed me for my first two months in one whack and buying REM tickets for the 9th July has resulted in a week of un-fancy lunching.
When someone compliments you, it's always lovely - doubly so when it's your boyfriend. But with all this hot weather, I'm running out of skirts here, people! Come on cold weather (I never ever thought I'd say this) but come on back - I've got some long pants that are screaming to be worn and today I'm on my last skirt before I start the rotation schedule!
After weeks of a bit of a dinner-cooking high, last night was the biggest shocker ever - dry turkey breast, too crunchy carrot and swede, oniony-tasting baby potatoes and okay mushrooms. I honestly was so disappointed - I really thought that I'd proved to myself that I could actually cook! Turns out I've been on one long lucky streak, broken by a hideous plateful last night.
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