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I’m going on holiday tomorrow, not to just any old place though – I am away to New York, and not with just any old person either – I am going with the Boyf.
In other news – someone wants to buy the red bike. I have a feeling that going to the states with the Boyf and trying very hard not to buy another bike while the exchange rate is so good is going to be very difficult indeed. For although I am a Spendy-Ho, he is a Spendy-Joe…a match made in heaven.
Initially there had been some opposition from the crew, the general feeling being that if you were wearing them the first time around then probably it could be seen as inappropriate to do so for a second time round. However now that leggings seem to have completely taken over as spring leg wear some of us are seriously wavering. I myself have gone so far as to try some on, Vic has bought some and can only assume has taken the rather drastic step of wearing them!
The question is this: having thought we were too cool to wear what we essentially viewed as a naff 80′s item of clothing, are we now only just contemplating boarding this particular fashion boat only to find it has rather spectacularly sailed? Is it now only us thirty somethings who are wearing them? Watch this space…
*Update*: Spoke to my sister this morning, apparently buying/wearing footless tights or leggings is unacceptable behaviour in an almost 34 year old. Vic – you are well out of order being 35 and wearing them! (don’t care though am gonna do it anyway!)
Conversation with young man in Greggs this morning:
Me: Hello, could I please have a cream donut?
Him: We’re sold out
Me: What about the ones in the window?
Him: They’re artificial…
Two things wrong with my title I suppose – I’ve not really been struck down and I’m probably not still classed as ‘in the prime of my youth’. However I was very poorly last night.
It started on the way home, a slight achy head thing, I tried to put it to the back of my mind, I had plans. Me and the Boyf were going to do some quality hanging out, a bit of drinking, a bit of smooching (and maybe more) in advance of his going away for the weekend.
In preparation for the night ahead I popped home to shower, straighten my hair and generally pretty myself up. Having done all that I ventured down the road toward the designated meeting point (the pub). Around halfway there I started to feel a lot worse and attempted to text the Boyf to let him know I would meet him at his house so that I could have a wee sit down before we went out. Unfortunately I was having trouble viewing the screen on the phone – a sure sign of worse things to come…
By the time I reached the Boyf’s door I could barely see, although I could see enough to see he was looking very handsome himself, such a waste! Within 10 minutes of arrival the two of us had worked tiogtehr to pack me off to bed in his darkened bedroom. Bless his cotton socks – he removed my big old boots for me, fetched me water and a bucket then kissed my forehead before leaving me, as requested, to lie very still for an extended period of time.
I awoke this morning with the groggy remnants of the debilitating migraine of the night before, fetched the Boyf from the sofa where he had kindly spent the night and spent an hour soothing him through the stuffiness of hayfever. The two of us were in a somewhat sorry state and now won’t see eachother till Sunday, which is not such a bad thing except for the fact that my migraine cheated us out of what had promised to a be a lovely evening together.
On the up side I only have a bad migraine like that about once every two years – so that’s that done for the next couple of years.
I have now been on the phone to Virgin Media for a total of 25 minutes. This is the third time I have called them in connection with ceasing my contract. I have paid them £100 to release me from my contract, yet they are still charging me £10 a month…does that seem fair? Additionally – in order to make sure the internet service is cancelled – because it seems they haven’t cancelled it after all (despite charging me cancellation), I now need to sit on hold for another unspecified period …no wait, stop press, I’m in a queue and am advised to call back later for a 4th time.
As of today I have now made 3 repeat calls to the Council re my council tax, 2 to EDF energy to get them to send me a final bill for electric, 3 to Virgin media, 4 to BT and 2 to Endsleigh Insurance (who completely failed to ensure me the first time around, leaving me with no contents insurance for 2 weeks). So I’d just like to say to you all in words which would be, if they could be, heavily accented with sarcasm: ‘well done, what bloody great companies you are, your complete and utter lack of ability to carry out the simplest task should serve you well in the future. Some of you will keep my custom (as I have no choice) and some of you most assuredly will not, however you should all congratulate yourselves on your absolutely unbelievably bad customer service. I can only hope that those of use who are able have spread the word about how much you have managed to excel yourselves in this area’
Well actually it’s totally not, but try telling the homeboy from downstairs that, or rather – don’t, cos you’re a bit scared he’ll strike back by making every night party night.
Annoyingly I slept badly last night and I’m exhausted, not a great time at Casa Kirses really.
The lap of luxury was indeed luxurious this weekend. The hotel room had a beautiful view out over the Thames and dinner was very nice (although perhaps more for the company than the food). The gorgeous weather didn’t hurt either.
Top star spot whilst at the Groucho – Rhys Ifans walked past (coincidentally my shameful celeb crush). He had obviously inadvertently wandered into my friends birthday party in the upstairs bar mistakenly thinking his usual celeb mates would be about…turned out to be just us lot…
This weekend I shall mostly be sitting in the lap of luxury, specifically staying at the Swissotel and eating at Homage before carrying on to a party at the Groucho Club…how will I be able to go back to my normal life after that and more pertinently, will I want to?
Given the choice in the following situation what would you do?
I have not been to the gym in two weeks due to illness, unfortunately am still as snotty as hell but I’m also feeling a not small amount of gym related guilt. I have however been cycling once or twice a week so it’s not all bad. Given this sorry state of affairs, should I:
A – go to the gym regardless of snotty sinuses?
Or
B – wander into Oxford street to look (not buy) in Topshop?
I’m thinkin I might as well round it off to 2 weeks of non gym attendance and what is the point of going if you have to force yourself to do so? I’m also thinking I have a party to go to in the weekend and if the perfect dress should happen to fall into my hands at lunchtime then this would be no bad thing… decision made I think.
