Sunday
A grey day in Eastbourne, on the way home after rehearsal.
Monday
6am. On the way to catch the train to work for a 7am breakfast meeting.
Tuesday
Heaviest snowfall in 18 years for London, Hades in Wellington.
Wednesday
I wasn't going to buy blueberries but then, I'm very susceptible to suggestion.
Thursday
I got dressed in the grey and dreary morning so wore my new winter-esque boots. I love them but they didn't suit the afternoon sun.
Friday
The bruise from my fall at rehearsal on Tuesday had blossomed.
Saturday
Desperate to get out of the house I went and read my magazine in the park. It's not exactly Hyde Park, but I guess it'll have to do.
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I'd fallen at rehearsal the night before, barely slept, ached all over, spent the morning at a seminar, and felt like death warmed up. The bags under my eyes were ridiculous and I couldn't be bothered to look presentable.
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