Language books for dummies. Everyone at the new work place seems to be multilingual. Trying to learn a bit more basic convos except in practice, I always mix it up with Spanglish.
A letter to someone I need to make amends with.
Can someone please stop playing that Fleur East song already? I’m sorry – I know it’s a good, commercially viable pop song, but gaaaaah… play that sax already so she can just shush!
Anyway, here’s a tune I’ve been revisiting for the past few weeks. Gotta love Daughter, non?
Destroy the middle, it’s a waste of time
From the perfect start to the finish line
And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones
‘Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs
About Christmas and how much of a grinch I’m feeling. Bah humbug!
Aromatherapy’s Inner Strength candle as gifted by the lovely Tamsin. How apt, my friend. Merci beaucoup.
That everyone gets what they want for Christmas.
To do really well in the new job.
An orange top and dark denim skinny jeans.
the thought of 2016 looming close by.
to have conversations with people I haven’t spoken to in yonks.
to eat some more.
Very, very, very hangry. Managed to not eat anything substantial yesterday. How could that be?!
On a lot of estate agent websites.