The question on most lips this week has been "What are you wearing on Friday?" My answer has been I can't decide what to wear tomorrow never mind Friday. While this is true, I had an idea of what I wanted to wear. July has been a long time coming and more than ever before I am absolutely shattered. I want to wear my pjs, lounge on the sofa and watch Netflix with GO. We were out last week, and next week and I imagine we will be out again some point this week. Instead I have scrubbed myself clean and prettied myself up, it has been quite nice to get dolled up, I even painted my nails. While some have been disappointed that I haven't "dressed up", I think I look alright, I have managed to get everything to coordinate which is hilarious.
As I wait for the train which will take me to the public house, hopefully. Memories of Christmas flood back, I met a couple of ladies on the train and we were giddy with end of term emotions. We had a good night ahead of us and then reality dawned as the train sailed past the station. Somehow we had, all three of us, mananged to get on the wrong train.
Fingers crossed the train is correct, the beers are cold and the company is on fine form.
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