Posh

I just had smoked salmon and scrambled eggs for breakfast. At my desk.


Never let it be said that I'm not classy.
1.9.04 11:00


Weather report

It is 29 degrees Centigrade in Faro, Portugal at this precise moment.


Why am I telling you this?


Because Faro, Portugal (where it is 29 degrees Centigrade) is where I will be going on Friday, that's why.


 


 


Yay.


 
1.9.04 14:22


Aaargh!

That's the third time today I've knocked my water all over my mouse-mat.


This holiday really can't come too soon.
2.9.04 13:11


Bliss in 3 easy steps

Sipping brandy.


Watching 'Brideshead Revisited'.


Kissing.
2.9.04 13:18


Let's blow this joint

Only an hour to go, and then I'm out of here and off on my hols. I'm so excited I nearly did a sick.


This. Is. Going. To. Be. So. Much. Fun.


*hyperventilates*


 


 


The only fly in the ointment is the fact that I won't get to see Trilby for an entire week. Yeesh. If he was coming with us, I'd be happy as a clam...


 
3.9.04 15:51


Back

It is cold and wet and grey and I'm tired and I want to be back in Portugal right now please.


 


*sulks*
13.9.04 12:49


Pick-me-up

My boyfriend (see, I'm allowed to call him that now) offered to pick me up from the airport yesterday. I had images of me coming through customs and dropping my cases to run into his arms as romantic music swells in the background.


I have clearly watched too many soppy films. The reality is somewhat different.


10:42 a.m. - YAAGers steps off the plane and turns on her mobile.


10:45 a.m. - YAAGers' mobile chirrups. A text from Trilby saying he's going to be late due to some confusion over airports...


10:46 a.m. - YAAGers develops a stress headache.


12:15 p.m. - Trilby finally arrives at Gatwick, after having first gone to Stanstead. YAAGers, instead of being annoyed at having to wait for an hour and a half, almost faints with happiness at seeing him again.


12:16 p.m. - YAAGers and Trilby start kissing.


12:17 p.m. - Still kissing.


12:18 p.m. - Yep, lips still locked.


12:19 p.m. - YAAGers and Trilby come up for air and head off to the car.


 


So even though it's wet and miserable and I'm back at work and utterly skint, I am overjoyed to be home. I have missed him horribly. It felt so good to fall asleep with my head on his chest last night. He wrapped his arms around me and stroked my hair and told me that there was nowhere else that he wanted to be right now.


Me neither. Me neither.
13.9.04 13:04


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