As for so many people at the moment, I am feeling those post Christmas back to work blues. Sometimes I still find it hard to get used to actual 9-5 working, as opposed to the student lifestyle. Work is suitably dire- one of my favourite colleagues is leaving on friday to become, at the tender age of 23, sales director for an interiors company in Milan, dontcha know. It's hard not to compare oneself to our peers, as they always seem to be more successful than oneself.
My other blues come from last night. I went to a delightful wine bar with a friend near Leicester Square (Le Beaujolais), and on the way down the stairs once heading home on the tube I fell over onto my knees. I blamed it onto being jostled, although wearing heels and having drunk some wine probably didn't help. Anyway, mammoth bruises ahoy.
Finally I present the only item of clothing I received at Christmas (bar socks), a vintage sweater from D, as well as some pretty shorts from the New Look sale (£5 bargain!).
Bwackums says "zzzz"