I am sitting on the sofa, inhaling the scent of an expensive candle (bought on sale from TKMAXX) while the boyfriend is in the kitchen, cooking something with garlic (I wrote this last night, obviously).
My interpreting booking at noon got cancelled so I ended up going for my long due blood test, then my nanny job got cancelled so I ended up going to WH Smith to catch up with the last titles (I bought Lady in the Van by Alan Bennett). Afterwards I went home at such an early hour that I didn’t know what to do with myself. So I listened to my Robert Galbraith’s book, Career of Evil.Embed from Getty Images
I spent a lot of time in the train today so I did myself a favour and instead of navel gazing, I read some chapters from Creative Writing for Dummies and completed some writing exercises. I also browsed How to Write Better English by Robert Allen, as I am worried my English is not as good as it should.
I didn’t make it to the gym this week and today, when I was munching on a mince pie I felt terribly guilty. But hey, worries and guilt are all I’ve been feeling the past two weeks, so maybe I should go munch on another mince pie and get my shit together.Embed from Getty Images
Bottom line, I am more than happy the weekend is just around the corner and I can finally call it a week. I feel out of order and all I want is for the Christmas day to come, to curl up in a ball and watch Netflix with no sense of time for two days straight. Because all I want for Christmas…is ME…