There is a baby in the office. There is a baby in the office making gurgling noises and sweet petty cries and my ovaries are trying to burst out of my womb.
I think I’ve caught the baby fever. I’m feeling broody. I’m craving the sweet smell of a baby in my arms and I want to witness that gappy mouth and big inquisitive eyes staring at me with amazement and wonder.
Today’s post is more of a diary entry simply because I am committing myself to posting every day in the lead up to Christmas – hence the title: Christmas Week Countdown. So my sweet darlings, you can sit and read my personal crazy day-to-day adventures commencing now, with a few cute documentary pictures obviously.
I don’t know what today will bring because it’s not even lunch time yet.
It is technically 9 minutes past 1 on a Tuesday morning here in the UK and I have work in less than 6 hours so I should really go to sleep. However, of course my brain is in overdrive so I thought I’d take a stab at a post.
Tonight’s post is a little prompt as it were, from my dear friend Danieeeeel. Shout out to him on my blog. He’s such a gem, once he gets his wordpress blog up and running, I’ll give him a link here. Basically, one evening at work, Dan decided to create three blog prompts for me to try and regulate my posting. I picked this one because it seemed amusing. So we’re having a little throwback tonight, back to a time that seems so very long ago. Back to the days of My Chemical Romance, winged eyeliner, multi-coloured skinny jean and thinking I was badass trying to low-ride… *shivers*
On the left – check out me and my homegal with our emo scene screaming wardrobe…
So Dan suggested I write a blog post about my first proper boyfriend. HERE we have it – for the purpose of this poat, alll names have been changed for privacy!
Ah hello Friday evening, it’s good to see you from the comfort of my bed!
I cannot remember the last Friday night I had off work. Most of my Fridays are currently spent standing on my feet for 7 hours, from 4pm till 11pm serving people who become more and more intoxicated.
University term time is officially over. Most of the students have gone home for summer now, therefore the supermarket has slowed and I think that’s why I can finally greet Friday night with a smile that is not aimed at the drunk people who can’t seem to focus long enough to remember their card is still in the card reader.
Tonight’s agenda is Burgers, Ice cream and Movie, with a bottle of Strawberry and Lime cider if you please. I think that’s pretty blissful, doing Friday night right.
We are also going to be puppy proofing the flat because on Monday we are getting a furry little visitor for two weeks whilst Mumma is on holiday.
I am heading to the theatre tonight in approx 9 minutes, so I am writing a quick post to keep y’all updated on my boring life. But the theatre, how sophisticated and adult-like of me. I love being able to do things that involve grown up sophisticated dressing up – and the best part is, I’m going for free.
My friend Chris has a spare ticket as he’s reviewing the performance for The Knowledge, so he asked me to go. YES. Love me a good free theatre performance. I’ll link you to his review once it’s been published.
But yeah, the theatre with wine and plays and performing and all the adulting stuff that adults do.
I think I’m still buzzing from the fact that last night I did something so independent that I still cannot believe I did it. I went to the cinema to see Me Before You, by my little old lonesome. Admittedly I wasn’t alone, alone. My friends Amy, who has gone back home and Kat – who lives in Florida so she’s five hours behind us here in Sunny old England, were seeing the movie at the same time as me. Well Kat was five hours behind as stated but still, we all went to the cinema together but not together.
It was an experience that I wouldn’t have dreamed of doing even a year ago. I don’t do things by myself. I’m one of those ‘Oh god. I can’t go to the checkout without someone holding my hand’ types. It took me eighteen years to step on a train by myself so you know.
I think this is me classing myself as an independent adult.
But who I am kidding?
Congratulations to making it to Hump Day, guys. Mid Week.