It's not quite 7pm here in Blighty.
I'm sat in a bath towel after a really hot bubble bath. My feet are tingling because they are warm (which is quite a contrast to the blocks of ice that they felt like in bed last night). I sent the final amends for the magazine through to Designer D at 5.30. I am praying that The Big Boss plays nice tomorrow and doesn't try and change the entire publication just hours before press. The print house is primed, the job booked and paper ordered.
It actually looks good. Considering this issue was a real half-hearted affair, it has turned out bloody well.
And now, dearest reader, I am going on the best date ever. I'm going to put on my PJs and hop into bed, pull The Duvet up around my chin and watch crappy telly. Eastenders (yay for Bradley) and Holby and then, possibly, some DVD-age. Or just sleep. Sleep will be good tonight.
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2 comments:
funnily enough, I went on the best date ever last night too... hope yours did you as much good as mine did me! x
A date with The Duvet and cruddy telly never disappoints. Both were on top form.
And I don't have to worry about getting dumped. x
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