Sunday.
When the weather outside is frightful….well. It’s not that frightful. Just shivery and crisp. Except right now its raining. Layers and socks and layered socks are most necessary. I have had a weekend of gettingthingsdone. Christmas presents bought, car washed, friends visited (except only friends close to home, wish I had gotten to see Natasha). So sleepy. Looking forward to my own bed tonight. My hands smell like caramel and my hairs smells like rosemary and mint, thanks to my delicious new handcream and shampoo. Oh and if you would like, this is my instagram enjoy viewing my life. Oh again, I have a flat. We move on the 5th January. I am scared and excited beyond belief. Smiles? I think so.
Sunday.
Feeling 10 x 10 x 10 times better than I was this time last week. Last week I couldn’t put into words what I felt. A mixture of trepidation and overwhelming head-in-sand syndrome. But really I was fine. A weekend talking things over, has helped enormously. I have a plan. Spent a very lazy, rainy, windy weekend with Joseph, eating and sleeping and booking flat viewings. He’s going to see them all on Wednesday, so, fingers crossed that we can put down a deposit on one of those. If not. We’ll keep searching. I’ve handed in my notice, and my boss, entire work in fact was so so lovely and sweet and encouraging and basically tear-inducing. Yes I’m scared to leave, but that is life and it moves. For now, I am SO excited for the following: IKEA shops for the new abode, blankets (the more the merrier), food shops, Christmas (and NYE, and food, and family), exciting business prospects, the prospect of hopefully maybe seeing Natasha (!!!) next weekend (yes, if you read this Tash, it’s a yes… :D) and wrapping up warm against storms.
Monday.
Sorry neglected little Tumblr. I have been busy. London from Thursday-Sunday last week. It was so good. Bright mornings, swims and saunas and breakfasts out. Museums and tubes and walks and leaves. Then in the evening fully stocked fridges, drinks with Joseph, then negotiating our way across the city to meet friends for drinks in Covent Garden. Amazing lunches at The Tramshed and market hopping. And a few of the best night’s sleeps I’ve had in a while. Now I’m all cultured up, I really cannot wait to move to a city. Baby steps. Then maybe London in a few years. It’s exhausting, but I like it. He bought me flowers when I picked him up last Wednesday night, life is surprisingly good right now.
Saturday.
First weekend in a long time without my boy. It’s weird. I saw Ella last night, but had a bad headache and felt groggy so left early. Definitely feeling better now. Today was a lie in, breakfast, hot shower, scrub, tumble dryer warm towels and wrapping up warm, messaging my boy, charity shopping, cleaning my car, making baked camembert for dinner and watching beautiful films, painting nails and hydrating. I am warm and clean and looking forward to my bed and a day of Christmas card creating tomorrow. It seems I have progressed 50 years in ages. Hey ho. London on Wednesday. And the return of 22 year old Chloe.
Tuesday.
Things:
- iPhone.
- Boots.
- Jumpers, the more the merrier.
- Primer.
- Candle.
- Pyjamas (warming wintery ones)
- Tea. Again, the more the merrier.
- Because this list couldn’t end on a 7.
Saturday.
Okay so I am definitely definitely getting an iPhone on Monday night. Jeez. But on the upside, I cooked my boyfriend steak for dinner and then he ran me a bath with candles and wine. And now I am clean and soft and have my feet resting on his lap whilst laptopping. Inner turmoil continues. But I am ignoring job-stuff for this weekend. I love my job/job peoples. I will be sad to leave. End of. For now, I am sipping tea and sneaking a kiss every 5 minutes and looking forward to gymming and swimming and steaming with my love tomorrow.
