I fell asleep without cleaning off my makeup last night. My bedhead hair is always wavy. I’m nowhere near ready to face Monday.
Off to deliver leaflets for the Lib Dem’s —yes I’ve only just got dressed — why do you ask? (I own no yellow clothes.)
Got home at 2am — only bit I didn’t like was the guy on the bus home stroking my hand and asking to come home with us: Alex had to get quite aggressive with him. Had a lovely time out though!
About once a month or so, a caravan gets abandoned in a lay-by on the road I drive along to work. Over the next week or two, it gets more and more dilapidated as people break into it. Finally it gets set on fire. At this point the remnants get removed. It’s a metaphor for life?
Ready to dab!
Off to a drag bingo and karaoke event in aid of local pride: too much?!
Nice tattoo — I’m currently trying to decide what my second should be!
Challenge for the willing: A selfie right now It’s 11.30pm here and, apart from 25 minutes on the exercise bike an hour ago, I’ve been chilling in bed pretty much since I got home.