Swish swish swish goes my skirt. Swish swish swish. But bloody hell it was chilly on the way in this morning - a bad choice for the first swishy skirt day of the year. Hopefully it will warm up as promised later or I will be very cold and whingey in the HIGNFY queue. (Did I even say we were going? I can't remember. I will take note of the clothings etc and do a report for you,
morganmuffle.)
My jailbait crush was back on the bus this morning so I was happy. He's so very very pretty. And he's got rid of that stupid bleached blond hair so is back on peak form. I'm so going to the special hell.
Went shopping last night and actually got clothes. Go me. Spent about a year in Primark and ended up with only a pair of £6 trousers and some socks with skulls on. It became a matter of principle in the end so I refused to leave without something. On the plus side, I got a lot of my book read whilst queueing for various things. Also, I managed to get a fair amount of stuff and not a single carrier bag. How CATE of me. Or not-CATE, as it were, but it's a CATE thing not to get carrier bags. Oh stop waffling, me.
Got home, hoovered the flat (it's almost completely tidy now!), had tea, watched telly, went to bed. Thrilling day.
Ironic image of the day: bloke on the tube in a "save water, drink beer" t-shirt, clutching a bottle of water.