Oh dear
God... I'm so busy. It seems wrong that I have a job that goes so quickly from one extreme to another.... I feel like saying to everybody... Leave me alone, I fill my days in different ways now - I HAVE NO TIME TO WORK!! it is wrong that you can disrupt my day with all these things to do. I have a routine - I make coffee, I blog, I call my sister and my friend P. I go for long lunches with my friends and plan my nights out... I just can't fit my job into my day anymore.
But no... now I have to run around busily doing the things I'm paid to do (for gods sake!). As such I have not time to tell you about my karaoke humiliation, the boy I met who rides a mountain bike for a living (think of his thighs!!) and lives in a pub, or even my drunken meeting with my ex boyfriend. Sorry about that.
D x x
PS It's fair to say that despite my best efforts, the mixture of birthdays, beautiful men and bad singing meant that I remain firmly off the wagon, and its driving into the sunset without me x