#LittleLoves
It’s been a cold and wet week, and if I’m totally honest, I’ve been a little bit grumpy. Ok, I’ve been as mardy as my arse, and my go to perk-me-up of running has fallen down the priorities list. WHICH IS STUPID because even if I went out for just 15 minutes I’d be a lot happier. BUT IT’S COLD. Plus I have words to do, and Netflix boxsets to binge on. DAMN YOU WEATHER.
ANYWAY, I thought joining in with #LittleLoves might be the perfect way to perk myself up, without having to put down the toast.
READ
Apart from re-reading my own work with self-loathing, I am devouring Marian Keyes, The Woman Who Stole My Life.
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WATCHED
If I’m honest, I have a feeling part of the reason I’ve been falling behind on work and running is because of the television… In the evening we are all over The Affair. We are LOVING it, but I am having a slight problem not referring to Alison as Alice and Cole (IS IT COLE?!) as Pacey.
In the day, what’s holding me off is Pretty Little Liars. YES I KNOW IT’S RUBBISH! I KNOW IT’S TRASH BUT I JUST CAN’T HELP IT! I mean, who doesn’t love awful trash. I like to think it’s good for comedic plotting research. YES IT IS. YES IT IS. YES IT IS. YES IT IS.
WORE
Hats, gloves, hoods, and fleece lined boots mostly. After all, it’s chuffing freezing.
When I have managed to venture out for a run, I’ve been donning one of the creeper hats belonging to the boys.
I have a feeling I’m not going to fit in on the set of Pretty Little Liars as much as I’d like to.
HEARD
Amazon Prime is currently feeding my cheese addiction. Plus… I CAN PRACTICE THE LYRICS.
I LOVE YOU LITTLE MIX! *squeals*
MADE
Nothing like a bit of deadline procrastination…
AND LASTLY…
It’s funny how things change isn’t it? Before I had kids, and before I started writing, I was all matching crockery, immaculate OCD cream. I never would have imagined that my favourite mug would be a masterpiece by a then 4-year-old monkey, nor would I have imagined that I’d have allowed my instagram feed to be anything other than immaculate. I mean skanky grey sweater and wonky engagement ring?
Instead I’ve gone for the photograph version of how I write. SPLURGE WITHOUT THINKING. I quite like it though. It means when I look back on my memories they make me smile even more. Especially the tantrum ones – it shows what hurdles I’ve overcome!
