I’m supine on the sofa watching the cricket (“working”) and Katie’s off to get some mental nails didded with LJ. Later we’re all off to Restaurants In Residence, the most hipster way of consuming food ever conceived (it actually sounds really amazing).
Today marks an entire week off the booze and the delicious tabs (ok – so I treated myself to two pints of summery ale last night – but not a whiff of smoke). I’ve lost 4kg and moved a notch on my belt. At the risk of WKW becoming my Bridget Jones’ Diary, I’ll quit with the health updates.
Have smashing evenings. X