Back at work. Ufffff.
This is not good. Back at work after over a week off. Thankfully I’m the only one in the office at the moment, so I can ease myself in gently by drinking tea and avoiding reading my backlog of emails for a little while longer.
Me and ‘er went out last week to do lunch. And it was smashing – Prezzos is indeed the bestest pizza place ever. (Well, the best one outside of Italy) Much wine was quaffed, we had a posh version of garlic bread with cheese (only it had a fancy name) and when it came to paying, I forgot my pin number and mashed the buttons up and the very nice waiter had to reset everything for me. Oh deary dear. I blame the wine on an empty stomach. Yes. That was it.
I also got the chance to partake of my hobby – trying on bras. It’s not really a chosen hobby, but I just seem to try on bras at every opportunity, in search of the perfect bra (and not one that will just sit in my drawer because it doesn’t properly fit) None of the bras tried on last week passed the jumping up and down test. *ahem* I’m not ready for old women bras yet. *sob*
I also saw someone else famous in Heathrow T2 arrivals. But I couldn’t tell you her name if my life depended on it…she is some kind of singer (possibly backing vocals) and looks like a black version of David Bowie from the 80s. Any ideas? Answers on the back of a postcard.
Well, I can’t put the inevitable off anymore – I’m going to have to at least open my post. Baaaaah.
-moosh
