It’s about that time again folks – meta-blog time.
Any time these days that I write a blog post, I can never ever commit 100% of my attention to it. Without broadband at home I’m left blogging in my lunch hour, or at very quiet times, or on someone else’s laptop on someone else’s wireless. This does not make for compelling reading.
The *unknown car manufacturer* induction day was fun. I got to go in three of the cars (I was too chicken to drive after 7 months of not having a car) with a guy from a dealership who was very gas-happy:
"WHOO-HOO! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH PETROL WE JUST USED UP? ALLRIGHT! IT’S OKAY – WE’RE NOT PAYING." vrooooOOOM….
Picture me, neck clenched back against the headrest in the convertible, rueing my lack of hairband.
I was loving the coolish-warmish air of this time of year and getting to see the leaves turn – being outside of London does have its leafy advantages. It’s always good to know that Autumn doesn’t just herald a new round of fashion mags – it’s also an actual season, with weather repercussions and stuff.
When you wear a new skirt and some very old-school crochet tights to work and don’t get any compliments, is it because your legs don’t have the power they used to? I’m putting it down to my favourite fashionista co-worker being off sick. And also maybe that 23-year-old legs are a little less appealing that 22-year-old ones.
Oh, and there is the little matter of my flat-warming happening this Saturday. The theme is ‘We Live in a Council Estate But Pay Very Little Rent’ or, more succinctly, 'Roughing It'. Bring your pepper spray, should you be on the same continent, as usual.
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