Suzy and I will find the Luella winkle pickers! I am her personal stylist seeing as we've been in many shops together and the staff aproach us asking if we need help. pfft. I know how clothes should fit thanks (obviously said in a much more polite manner involving me smiling and saying, "no, we're alright thanks". Mundane detail? I think not). They're silver and amazing and we need to have them. Well Suzy can afford to buy them, I'm along for the ride. And thankfully the ride is the same shoe size.
Also tomorrow consists of harassing my friend who works at a PR firm about the potential work experience escapade.
Lastly, sending my love to Pez and is constant frustration. But sweet pea, if you're reading this, I have a story for you.
Ultimately, tonight I was informed that some brummie girl from Saturday night had leaned in to kiss me. I don't remember so thank you Tet for watching so keenly as to come back with a full report. I'm sorry if you were vying for something to happen and it didn't. But perhaps these photos from Saturday night will suffice (and note the one of me dancing alone with "the girl"):
also, these have been stolen from friends on facebook/there was a smoke machine in the bar...
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