Ever wish you were at work? I never thought I would until today. Four days at home with father is enough to drive me crazy. I can barely survive a regular two-day weekend. Four days is positively claustrophobic.
I stay in bed until 11am and then grudgingly get up for a cup of coffee and watch Apollo 13. Meanwhile, Chris went to Stevenage to buy pick-ups and, when he couldn’t find the ones he wanted, bought a £600 guitar instead (as you do). Boys and their toys, eh?
In other news, my best mate from home now has her own blog too (I think it's viral!). Check out Thoughts from Paradise Babe.
No comments:
Post a Comment