I also bought this beautiful skirt which I can tell I'm going to get a lot of use out of....
Begged & Bought
I had a brief dash around Topshop on Friday (R was in town and she demanded a quick run through together). It proved rather successful and I left with two perfect vests (I'm always searching); one white from the Boutique section and one black from the basic section. The black one looks fantastic with this Elle Macpherson bra underneath. FIT.
I also bought this beautiful skirt which I can tell I'm going to get a lot of use out of....
I also bought this beautiful skirt which I can tell I'm going to get a lot of use out of....
Dead begger
The hen do which has been consuming too much of my time for the past six weeks has been and gone with a bang. Done. Deemed a success by all of those who attended, I'm just relieved we had such a good day.
Now time to seriously think about dating. I met a man during the hen. He was on a stag (cute coincidence) and from what I remember was Irish and rather lovely. There was no kiss but an exchange of numbers and a drink proposed by him. We'll see what happens.
Time for some exercise. My body needs punishing after a massively over-indulgent week/end.
Now time to seriously think about dating. I met a man during the hen. He was on a stag (cute coincidence) and from what I remember was Irish and rather lovely. There was no kiss but an exchange of numbers and a drink proposed by him. We'll see what happens.
Time for some exercise. My body needs punishing after a massively over-indulgent week/end.
It gave me goose bumps.
I spent Friday night with my dear friend S. It was glorious. We drank Pimms out of giant red wine glasses the size of fish bowls, smoked out of the window (spying on her neighbours who refuse to buy curtains), and munched on yummy salads.
We finally fell silent in time for Jools Holland. A sleepy mixture of too much Pimms and latent jet lag.
Luckily we switched the telly on in time to see that Bon Iver was playing.
I've loved him ever since my ex-boyfriend played me Stacks in January of this year. It was so beautiful it almost brought me to tears. Not something music does very often to me (with the exception of Elizabeth Fraser singing 'Song to the Siren'). Anyway I've steered clear of it on the ipod lately for fear of self-indulgent break up tears. So it was a welcome bonus to see him on Jools. A near perfect performance of beautifully raw emotion tangled up in nerves. I was speechless.
We finally fell silent in time for Jools Holland. A sleepy mixture of too much Pimms and latent jet lag.
Luckily we switched the telly on in time to see that Bon Iver was playing.
I've loved him ever since my ex-boyfriend played me Stacks in January of this year. It was so beautiful it almost brought me to tears. Not something music does very often to me (with the exception of Elizabeth Fraser singing 'Song to the Siren'). Anyway I've steered clear of it on the ipod lately for fear of self-indulgent break up tears. So it was a welcome bonus to see him on Jools. A near perfect performance of beautifully raw emotion tangled up in nerves. I was speechless.
Rude Awakening
‘It’s 8am on a Sunday!’
‘Yes, I just checking that the phone line is working yes?’
‘Why didn’t you phone the landline number? Surely when you heard it ring out and click through to answer machine then that would have answered your question…’
‘Yes, it is working, yes?’
‘Yes. The phone line is working however neither the TV or broadband are working correctly.’
Pause
‘Yes, the phone line is working, yes.’
‘Yes but can you now send an engineer to sort out the TV and internet connection?’
‘I only deal with phone lines. Good bye.’
ARGH. This has been going on for weeks. This is why my posts have been written at stolen moments during the working week and why I have been so silent on the blogging front this weekend. Once more for effect, ARGH.
I can’t be bothered to go into the detail because I’ll just wind myself up. I really don’t want this blog to turn into a crusade against appalling customer service but Tiscali I’m not sure how much more I can take.
‘Yes, I just checking that the phone line is working yes?’
‘Why didn’t you phone the landline number? Surely when you heard it ring out and click through to answer machine then that would have answered your question…’
‘Yes, it is working, yes?’
‘Yes. The phone line is working however neither the TV or broadband are working correctly.’
Pause
‘Yes, the phone line is working, yes.’
‘Yes but can you now send an engineer to sort out the TV and internet connection?’
‘I only deal with phone lines. Good bye.’
ARGH. This has been going on for weeks. This is why my posts have been written at stolen moments during the working week and why I have been so silent on the blogging front this weekend. Once more for effect, ARGH.
I can’t be bothered to go into the detail because I’ll just wind myself up. I really don’t want this blog to turn into a crusade against appalling customer service but Tiscali I’m not sure how much more I can take.
Yummy
I'm obsessed with the Illume Boulangerie candles. The scents are amazing; Vanilla Fig, Angel Food, Vanilla Icing and Coconut Ice Cream. I recently bought one of each in Anthropology. Hopefully they will cure my constant sugar cravings.
To beg (publicly) or not to beg?
Entering into the singles world in the web 3.0 era is rather daunting. As the boundaries between my online and offline persona become even more blurred the possibility of finding a mate on mysinglefriend.com becomes ever more likely. This prospect causes me great distress. While I am a technology geek and love the way the internet enriches my life I am even more of a romantic and therefore the prospect of not happening upon love in an unexpected fashion fills me with absolute fear. The bigger worry is that I've completely over analysed online dating because I'm shit scared of putting myself out there. Alone.
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