Craig spent most of the day watching the Matrix Trilogy* and I lay next to him, reading.
Wearing my new Sweet William Queenie brooch on my trench coat, I realise that I now have 2 different coats adorned with 2 very different representations of HRH QE2.
I've been spending my lunch breaks with my nose in a guidebook, highlighter or coffee in my free hand.
Surprisingly I have only drawn on myself once so far.
Silver, pale pink, white, pale grey, lavender, bone, a strange colour palette for me to be wearing.
I almost forgot to take a photo.
This is Sebastian. He hangs out over our bed.
On the 7:05 train after two glasses of wine on an empty stomach.
Best idea ever.
I spent a lot of the day ignoring the screeching of my inner book snob as I devoured Twilight**.
* Yes. Really.
** Yes. Really. I'm embarrassed. I just wanted to actually know what I was talking about when I scorned Twilight. By the end of book one I was curious enough to read about vampire sex and vampire babies to pick up book two but by page 422 of book 2 I was kind of hooked. And by kind of I mean a lot.
The movie is still one of the worst things I have ever seen and I highly doubt I will see any of the other movies (ugh) but the book has the same kind of badly written but gripping (ridiculous) storyline that led me to read the Da Vinci Code.