After some of the most stressful and tiring weeks in a while I think I well and truly nailed the weekend with some solid hibernation and a box set of Die Hard 1-3 to keep me going.
It slipped by. I slept, I organised a lot of Christmas shopping online, I filled my fridge and my stomach with Italian meats and focaccia bread - so much so that I drifted off and woke nearly an hour later with a plate on my lap and a crick in my neck. Oh the glamour.
I have, however, managed to only eat 3 days of my Advent Calender.
I recycled this weekend.
I bought a proper night cream - and started using it properly.
I'm taking these as signs as my impending maturity. The fact that my advent calender requires some serious effort to open each chocolate filled window and I had more bottles than is socially acceptable means nothing.
So London has taken a turn for the cold, the really bloody cold. Through necessity (the danger of running too late for work) and sheer laziness (from a last minute change of outfits) I found myself with a super thick pair of tights under my jeans. Punchy move on my part, the walk to the office was toasty but I was rather concerned my legs were going to drop off from lack of circulation and over heating on the tube. Wafting around my legs with a copy of the morning Metro for some much needed breeze never felt like a better idea.
Things I have learnt: Cute boys giving you compliments genuinely never fails to raise a coy little smile or two.
Things that I already knew: These will soon stop if I continue to share stories about wafting cold air around my squashed, hot thighs.
A colleague returned after 6 weeks of travelling and you know what life affirming, pant dropping, thrill a minute news I was able to share? Nada. Not a bit. Note to self - do more things that will impress people.
I did, however, determine what my top three favourite, "could watch for the rest of my life" and "will name a first born after" films are: Jurrassic Park, Home Alone and Kindergarten Cop and I can do a mean impression of each.
Again, must stop telling boys this.
How are your weeks shaping up? Happy or Crappy? Drop me a comment and let me know. x