For a programme which I do not understand at all at his work which I barely understand, my darling husband must use all CAPITALS. I love when he forgets to stop them when he's, you know, NOT using this one very specific programme.
An email exchange earlier today:
How're you going? Just thought I'd let you know that I'm feeling really really good. Woo! sick days work I suppose.
Also, considering a chicken pasta bake tonight.
WOO WOO SICK DAYS.
THAT SOUNDS AWESOME!!
Seriously! how cute is that? All enthused about pasta. Or sick days. But the pasta thing is more likely.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Sunday, February 07, 2010
I spent a grey Sunday with the Tudors in Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel.
I put this creepy doll (from my grandmother) out in the day room. Adorably creepy.
I walked down to the sea on my lunch break. It was lovely. I don't know why I haven't done it before.
Finally, finally, finally, I did what I'd been intending since July 2008 - I decanted some of my Marc Jacobs Grapefruit into a little purse size spray.
Graffiti in Masons Lane on the way to drinks with Petra.
There were too many people out on Friday lunchtime, in their costumes for the Sevens, and already drunk.
I did like the carebears though.
I walked all the way down the hill from Park place and along the riverbank into our little city.
It was beautiful weather and I ducked through an opening in the trees to sit on the hot rocks and watch the water for awhile.
Sometimes I wear my Lady Gaga Hairbow to the office.