I had planned on writing a lovely post about underwear this evening, inspired by the nice ladies who hang out over at Annie's. Instead I went for a walk by the sea with my Nana where we ate ice cream and talked shite, and then came home and started reading Bete de Jour's blog. It's very good. I'm curled up in bed now and the laptop screen has acquired the distressing brightness of headlights at night when you're too tired to be driving. My flatmates have just arrived home and are slamming the doors of the kitchen presses with such gusto that I need to curl up under the blankets immediately lest I be tempted to get up and batter their heads in for making such an awful fucking clatter.
It's been a good day though.
It's been a good day though.
