Happiness is a warm bun

I'm waiting very patiently for tea - for tonight is ready meal night. And I get to have my Chicken Tikka Masala from Sainsbury's. It's so yummy. It's the highlight of my week, along with Sunday dinner and whenever Shepherd's Pie is made.

Last night I went out with Boyfriend and all of my girl mates around town. I don't half love getting all dolled up and having drinks and dancing to music I swore I'd hate forever (when I was fourteen). Despite being interrogated, I think the man loved meeting my friends. I loved showing him off. I really did enjoy last night, and I think he enjoyed it a bit too much.
Lessons to be learnt from last night: Don't let your boyfriend get wasted, especially when meeting your friends for the first time AND definitely not before you do! And also teach the guy some moves before you get to the dancefloor. Or make him watch Hitch. :)
So today I'm hungover pretty bad. I suppose the two slices of toast with butter followed by two slices of fried bread with a fried egg on one and maple syrup on the other didn't really help it. Nor did the couple of hours spent cleaning the house.

But.

I'm going to London again tomorrow!
London's a lot sexier than Paris ever will be. Granted, the accent's not so fabulous but the places and the history and the fame? C'mon. It's so sexy.
I best start planning a playlist for the train.
T'rah.
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