LONDON BABY
I don't have internet in my flat yet, so I find myself at a Vegan internet café where I absolutely and definitely don't fit in. On the upside, the girl who works here thought my shoes (that are Primark) were from Prada. We just met but she's asking me for hair advice and advice on boyfriend troubles. She also thinks that all men are "assholes." I love her already.
The past weekend has been spent with My Man. All went well when he picked me up at the airport. He said, call me right when you get off the plane. Since I know from experience that I always look like crap when I get off the plane, I called him when I had already got my luggage, and told him that I'd just gone through the passport control, which bought some extra time to brush my hair and save what could be saved with Make Up Store's Concealer and dry shampoo. My Man calls when I'm in the bathroom and asks me where I am. So I say (since the handdryer reveals my location) that I'm just on my way out from the bathroom. 5 mins later I call again and say that I'm still on my way out from the bathroom. Not a good plan.
My Man helped me with important things like food shopping and starting moving some of my clothes out of my storage room. You know he's a keeper when he doesn't judge you for your shoe- boxes. Or at least just judges you a little.
About 25% of my storage room. NICE.
Also managed to give my neighbour a good first impression. When carrying loads of bags I told My Man to open the door for me (since I didn't have a handbag I'd put the keys in my bra). So my neighbour comes out just as My Man fishes up the doorkeys from my right bra cup. Classy.
In short, after the weekend the days here so far have been an orgie of doughnuts (just because mummy eva's not here and I CAN), rosé wine, girls nights, sex and the city episodes and moving- in activities. Also managed to get a bad cold so on Monday I mostly felt extremely sorry for myself and ate cheesecake. Today I've called Sean The Italian for an emergency haircut, and tonight is cocktail night with the girls.
Will tell you more tomorrow ;)
The past weekend has been spent with My Man. All went well when he picked me up at the airport. He said, call me right when you get off the plane. Since I know from experience that I always look like crap when I get off the plane, I called him when I had already got my luggage, and told him that I'd just gone through the passport control, which bought some extra time to brush my hair and save what could be saved with Make Up Store's Concealer and dry shampoo. My Man calls when I'm in the bathroom and asks me where I am. So I say (since the handdryer reveals my location) that I'm just on my way out from the bathroom. 5 mins later I call again and say that I'm still on my way out from the bathroom. Not a good plan.
My Man helped me with important things like food shopping and starting moving some of my clothes out of my storage room. You know he's a keeper when he doesn't judge you for your shoe- boxes. Or at least just judges you a little.
About 25% of my storage room. NICE.
Also managed to give my neighbour a good first impression. When carrying loads of bags I told My Man to open the door for me (since I didn't have a handbag I'd put the keys in my bra). So my neighbour comes out just as My Man fishes up the doorkeys from my right bra cup. Classy.
In short, after the weekend the days here so far have been an orgie of doughnuts (just because mummy eva's not here and I CAN), rosé wine, girls nights, sex and the city episodes and moving- in activities. Also managed to get a bad cold so on Monday I mostly felt extremely sorry for myself and ate cheesecake. Today I've called Sean The Italian for an emergency haircut, and tonight is cocktail night with the girls.
Will tell you more tomorrow ;)
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