Spent most of the weekend wandering around (mostly drunk) through various parts of South London.
And then today catching up on lost time with my favourite person in the world.
He made us a roast and then we cuddled on the sofa and watched Frozen.
I know it’s vomit inducing, but, I had the most perfect day.
It’s nice, being in love.
I was so excited about spending my first few days of holiday seeing my lovely boyfriend (who I’ve horribly neglected over the past few weeks), getting drunk and catching up on much needed sleep.
Instead, I have been curled up in the most agonising stomach pain, unable to eat anything without throwing up.
The joys of the tummy bug and how quickly it spreads amongst 5 year olds, who have lovingly passed it on to me.
Still, as my mum just said:
"Well, look on the bright side, you’re looking very slim."
Woke up at 3:15 and know I won’t get back to sleep because I have a busy mind.
Head lice are one of the only things I hate about working with children.
That and a government who don’t seem to know what they’re doing with our education system.