I am preparing for a holiday (don't hate me!) and seem to be trapped under a kind of modern art installation sized mound of work to complete before then.
I have been so busy I haven't been able to buy a new swimsuit/ bikini which is causing many a sleepless night. As if the thought of having to wear a swimsuit/ tankini/ bikini wasn't horrifying enough!
Why oh why didn't I just order some from one of the many websites for women whose cups quite literally run over normal swimwear?
My reasoning at the time when the snail mail would have supplied me with a suitably underwired, upholding and girdle like costume was that swimwear is something that must be tried on and internet returning is oh so complicated and expensive.
I think a mercy dash up west (actually up east) looms.
In other news:
I am wearing Jo Malone French Lime Blossom because it's spring like
I lost about half a stone and then put it all on again eating naughty office snacks (extra appearing in swimsuit dread!!)
I am reading The Shadow in the Wind, which is very involving (which I'm sure you all know as I'm rather behind the times). The only problem with it is the sleepless nights.
Start the week was even better than usual last night