This won’t be interesting at all.
I’m awake early and without Fifty and The Husband hovering, I’ve found myself twiddling my thumbs a bit. I’m speaking (writing, whatever) to you my Peeps to keep me entertained.
This is what I’ve got going on today, it’s so very different from my new life and a perfect snapshot of my old life.
Today, Sunday, a date with myself and my elusive lover named Starbucks. I will then stroll through shops with my lover in hand and make my way to Boots, where I will spend a ridiculous amount of time looking at beauty products, and then to Marks and Spencer’s where I will spend a ridiculous amount of time looking at the nicely packaged pre-prepared food. After spending a ridiculous amount of money on stuff I don’t need, I’ll go to a salon and have my hair blow dried. A lovely treat after months of having it done Le Petit Village style, aka, me doing it myself (badly).
My hair beautifully done in that bouncy, bouncy, look at me way, I will then proceed to my Auntie’s house for a family barbecue. Or, alternatively, if it rains, normal Sunday lunch.
I may have to take notes for a study on Sunday lunches; France vs Ireland (who is the champion of Sunday lunches? Only an iron cage match can decide!!! Sorry, I think that probably was funnier in my head).
This evening (if bored and restless) I will try to round up a friend or two to meet me at my favorite French wine bar (which oddly enough is in Dublin and not France) to share a carafe or two and a plate of cheese. I’d bet on the two carafes because I’m not waking up early tomorrow to go to work at that bank that’s going under.
P.S. Last night, my mother informed me that while she loves my blog (a maternal obligation) she noticed that at times I use ‘no’ when it should be ‘know’, or ‘to’ when it should be ‘too’, or ‘threw’ when it should be ‘through’ (you get my drift). I apologise to you my Peeps for my sloppy and lazy grammar and I offer to you the same excuse I offered last night; most of my blogging is done between 5 and 6am, it’s a difficult hour to edit yourself when your caffeine drip is only kick starting. I promise to be more diligent in the future.
Happy Mother? Happy?
P.S.S. Sorry my signature is wonky. I’m posting from my mother’s computer and it’s not cooperating.
Need. My. Mac.
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