What special kind of madness did I suffer from all those years I wonder?
I’m on the first train out of Stitch City on my way to Big London with only a cuppa and a Danish between me and coma-like exhaustion. I used to do this at least twice a week! It’s frightening how quickly you lose your stamina. But then I’m glad I don’t need it (much). Anyway, at least I get a Danish!
In other news I got a lovely parcel through the post yesterday from the gentle folk at the frankly brilliant magazine oh comely. It’s brilliant and now I know the staff are ace too because I won a pot of Neal’s Yard Wild Rose face balm. Look!
Think right-on version of that wonderful Eve Lom cleanser. I have great hopes.
Perhaps it will help remove the suitcases under my eyes. Got to be worth a go, eh?!