Imitation is the best form of flattery. So keep copying, bitch.

Daily train naps.

Gahhhhhh there really is nothing more annoying than falling asleep on the train into one of those crazily in depth snoozes and then having to wake up and get off. It happens to me pretty much every day and you’d think I’d learn and not fall asleep but there’s something about those squished, uncomfy seats, the gentle swaying of the train, the slight noise of pages being turned of the morning paper, that sends me off into some kind of dreamy state to the point where I can’t quite help myself and slowly let my eyes draw to a close. Before I know it, I hear the screeching of the train on the tracks as it pulls into Liverpool Street and the annoying pre-recorded woman on the tannoy announcing our arrival and ‘should I have any trouble in continuing my journey to contact the help desk or ask a member of staff’. Oh and apparently if I leave any of my ‘belongings’ unattended they may be removed without warning. Who’d a thunk it? Now shut up and let me have my extra minute or so of sleep, bitch.

I so wish I grew up in the 50's.

Now they were real women.

There really is no place like home.

'Curlz' & 'Blondie'

6 years of friendship.

Can someone please romance me and send flowers to my work? Kinda fantasize about it. White lillies if I'm being fussy; my favourite.

If only.

'Wenguardrium Leviosa!'

As many of you know - I'm a massive loser. Like a mega geek. So it'll come as no surprise to hear how EXCITED I am for the new Harry Potter movie! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Who wants to come with me to see it?!

Gone with the wind.

I really don’t mind wrapping up all warm in Autumn and Winter, I actually quite like it. But I definitely don’t enjoy standing on a freezing cold platform waiting for a train; a train running on only 8 carriages instead of the normal 12. Packed times. The decision to leave my coat and scarf on throughout the journey was one I learnt to regret when it started to run slow and the train windows started to steam up. To onlookers my walk from the station to work must have been hilarious; trying to hold my skirt from blowing up, my scarf from blocking my view, my brolly from blowing away and trying to find a route avoiding puddles. I’m also amazed at how the wind has managed to literally bend the metal of my brolly out of shape to the point of no return. Not a good start to the week I might add. Butttttttttttttt, none of that matters when I realise I’m going to see Sally Morgan this weekend. For those of you who don’t know who she is, she’s a physic medium and I’m well and truly fascinated by her. I watched an episode of her tour a few months back when I was off work ill and became addicted. I’m normally quite sceptical about it all, for example, Most Haunted is a load of bollocks. But Sally Morgan I have genuine belief in and I’m too excited to see her prove herself Saturday Night.

ALSO, I’d just like to say THANKYOU to everyone who reads my blog. I’m actually quite happy at the response I’ve been getting. I’ve had 6 people this past week message me to say theyre addicted and love it so thankyou!