Shall we catch up through the almighty power of verbs? Righto.
Making exam dates and plans to break a mental sweat.
Drinking all of the water after seeing the probably fabricated photos of the amazing reversibly ageing woman and her three litres a day habit.
Reading Reasons to Stay Alive by Matt Haig and Elizabeth is Missing by Emma Healey. Simultaneously. For the hell of it. Reviews coming soon, both are superb but hard going. Where’s the light relief I hear you cry? LIFE HAS NO LIGHT RELIEF.
Wanting a break.
Looking half of the time like a crazy haired dog mad banshee and the other half like a disillusioned middle aged office worker. In laymans’ terms I appear to have lost my style mojo both at work and at play. If you see it please trap it under a glass and call for back up immediately.
Playing Scrabble with the husband and losing. It might be the first time that’s happened. I took it well. He gloated about it on Facebook because, why not?
Fixing up, looking sharp. That’s a lie. I’ve been fixing up an old mirror to go into our newly painted bedroom. Pats self on back, eats celebratory pesto.
Deciding that life is too short for so very many things we inflict upon ourselves or accept when inflicted upon us. Vive La France! Or some equally rousing rallying cry.
Wishing that she’d stop bloody well doing that. Seriously. #officepolitics
Enjoying the little lunchtime pick me up that comes from eating my grub in the garden whilst watching Betty roll around on the grass.
Liking big socks under my wellies on dewy morning walks.
Wondering if I can get away with another take away this week.
Knowing that I absolutely can’t ^^.
Loving lots of things. All the things.
Pondering procrastination and my rocky relationship with it.
Considering ditching procrastination for good but when else will I be able to Google my way from tuna recipes to Dr Crippen if not during the procrastinating times? Riddle me that.
Watching The Following and enjoying it far more than the shiteness of the last season. Much prefer Joe Carroll as a carrot dangling brooder in prison than a nut job with a forest dwelling cult. *Note to self, pay attention when typing ‘cult’.*
Hoping that the sun sticks around for my week off. Although sods law dictates that the sun will dutifully bugger off the second I put my Out of Office on.
Marvelling at the stars on the crisp clear springy nights.
Smelling a pungent sweaty odour during spinning class and realising, after shooting evil glances at my mother on one side and the stranger on the other, that that whiff was me. Sure DID let me down.
Wearing see ‘looking’ above.
Planning the most amazing of going away gifts for R who has 100% decided she’s off to uni this year. Avoiding thinking about the fact that she’s really going by planning a stupendous survival kit. More will be revealed.
Following no-one, that would be weird. Like Jamie Dornan.
Noticing muscles where there haven’t been any for quite some time.
Thinking all the things as per usual. There is never a time when I’m not thinking all the things. Sometimes I try to make myself feel better about this by asking the husband what he’s thinking. His response of food/bikes/Captain America never fails to make me feel like I’m losing my mind.
Feeling sad about the speedy demise of the new pyjamas. They’re now clean and fresh and unstained but I still can’t shake the trauma.
Buying pooch boxes. Worth every penny.
Opening my lungs and my mind like a beautiful lotus flower. I’ve been doing yoga, innit.
Giggling incessantly. I think it’s the sunshine.
How are *you*? Pick some verbs and let me know.