Sorry to sound like Veruca Salt, but I am so happy my week-of-work is over. It was only a week but with all my panic stuff, it was a stressful week. Even though I was minding the information/cloakroom tent I mostly chatted to people, the same thing everytime 'Yes, the cloakroom is empty - it
must be the changeable weather'. Or I directed people to the toilets, one of the days I had to chat to a taxi driver for a German family.
Since it finished I have been:
Looking aghast at the mess I have on my bed
Then ironing. I had to wear black and white clothes all week. Do not want.
Looking at the beautiful view outside my window. It's all pinks and blues
Taking scary swooshy shots.
Looking aghast at the mess I have on my bed
Then ironing. I had to wear black and white clothes all week. Do not want.
Looking at the beautiful view outside my window. It's all pinks and blues
Taking scary swooshy shots.
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