21.59 Saturday night. Writing this before my first glass of wine. Cleanse (no wine, more exercise and no rubbish dates) is going so well, ha.
The day started on a sad note. I dreamt all night that my life was how it used to be and so when I woke up, I had that fresh wave of, 'Oh, it's not'. I'm 99% OK with this but every now and again it hits me and my heart feels so tender and broken all over again.
Since Darcy is Matt and I've had a crazy busy couple of weeks, I cut myself some slack and spent the morning watching documentaries on netflix and eating way too many bourbon biscuits. Sexy. I'm so into documentaries right now. I think YouTube has really screwed over my attention span and so unless you are totally gripping or under ten minutes, I've lost interest. Documentaries though, I'm into them. I watched one today called 'Queen of Versailles' about a family who began to build the largest home in America and then the market crashed. Worth a watch.
By 4pm Ciaran, Hazel and Jack had arrived and we. went. wild.
Nope. We just sat in my room chitchatting. It was FaceTime but in 3D. I liked it. Things got pretty exciting when a pile on happened and Hazel told a rather graphic story about a yogurt. Yummy.
Dinner was pubiliscious. If ever you're in Northampton, pop yourself down to the Greyhound. Tis nice. All the bants and lols. I drove to really knocked back the water- shots shots shots.
And now I'm home and writing this while the gang watch Bridesmaids and Hazel and I fight over who's a mess. 'I'm soberly writing my blog and you're drunk', is how that just went. I do love that woman. Don't tell her though. Heh heh.
Rightyroo, probably write more tomorrow, enjoying this no pressure approach.
Also, my hair is straight. I love it more than anyone should ever love hair.
What have you done today?
There's talk of putting on wedding dresses. I'm excited!