A SOB STORY VIA. NOT THE BOLSHOI BIT. MY DAY WAS JUST A GIANT SOB STORY |
Yeah. So.
It's all work related and probably likely to bore you to tears and also probably likely to fail to engender a great degree of sympathy in your hearts. WOE, WOE IS ME, SO HARD DONE BY I AM.
I would very much like not to care, now that I've given my notice, but I think that's beyond me.
Anyway, a thing that will make me feel better? Our wee shack in Provence is now all set up when we head out on Travelstravangaorama 2012! My terrace for a week:
PLZ TO APPLY WITHIN TO DISCOVER PHOTO CREDIT WHICH WILL GIVE AWAY MY TOP-SECRET PROVENCE LOCATION TO STALKERS OTHERWISE. |
YAY, that's bringing happy-me and smug-me back!
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