Every morning I wake up to the following song on my mobile phone:
Jonny Chingas : Automatic Lover
Where ever the phone is, Hobart goes running and sits by it until I come and turn off the alarm. I usually get up and have a tea or a coffee, occasionally I will hit the snooze button but I often find it hard to sleep in unless I am feeling especially lovely.
This morning was a little different to others in that I woke up way way earlier than usual a complete shock of nervous energy. I had such crazy dreams last night and kept getting woken up by people calling me or I don’t know. Maybe it was the cat playing with a giant piece of plastic on the living room floor?!
I made an artichoke and red pepper quiche. What else can you do?
P.S. Can I just come back and add this part – I got a nice email this morning from Emma Balkind. From one Emma to another you are one really special girl. x
OH and if I can also add while the whole office is out watching football at the pub:
1] I was talking to Dora this morning to tell her that I wasn’t going to be around to make fufu. Then I asked her if she thinks I have a curse. She said I am not cursed – I just have a really stupid friend. Then the button on my wrappy denim skirt popped and fell of almost down my thighs in the middle of the street. Christ. Strong Summer Time Look.
2] Then I was just trying to mend my sandals when an appointment walked in the office. Everyone else was gone, I was barefoot and shocked and just realising I had stuck my thumbs to my sandal and my nailpolish was getting ruined as well. Then the appointment [who is a design head at a "highstreet" design led homewares store] realised the football was on and wanted to go and watch it anyway.