I feel like the last few months have just flown by, but at the same time, I've been wishing away the 9-5 just for the 2 days of freedom that the weekend brings. I have a feeling I'm not the only one who feels that way either... I did do something productive this week though, I joined a gym! I've been twice already, and I'm really enjoying it. The fact that it's £14.99 a month makes it a lot less painful. I will let you know how it goes, but so far so good.
The boyf is working really hard at the moment, and I've got to be honest, I hate it! I know in the long term its great for the both of us and the "grown up" buying a house plan, but I hardly get to see him even though we live in a tiny flat! There is nothing I can do about it, its just the situation with his work, and it will get better soon..just got to suck it up. Doesn't make it any easier though. Booo hooo! To make me feel better I've attached this picture of us at Bestival. What an awesome festival that was!
On a lighter note (but no less annoying) I have a ball to go to next week (WAHOO FREE CHAMPERS!) and can I find a dress to wear?! NO. They are all a)too slutty and body-con (great for Saturday night, not so much for a ball with your bf and his super giant corporate employers) b) really expensive - I tried on one dress in FC and it was in the sale. The price? £112. It was plain black and slightly backless. So completely worth it... and finally c) they ALL look the same. Maybe I'm just being picky, but I don't want a tight-fitting fushia body con ruffled dress. Or to be in debt. I'm sure find something in my wardrobe or end up running in to Topshop on Oxford Street the night before, cursing because nothing fits my midget self. Woe is me.
Pencakes x
PS. Christmas is just 24 days away....PANIC!
