What Is Real, Is Just A Dream

I picked myself out of bed finally at 2pm today, and groggy-headed, went to town with Mon. We were on a focused grocery shopping mission trip to pick up rice vermicelli and juice, but that eventually included a disastrous detour to Topshop. Well, thing is, I ended up finding a really funkychicken grey dress that looks cool without being smutty, and two pairs o' cute undies. So I blew 33 quid. In my defence, Mon spent 28 quid, so she's not that far from moi. (raises eyebrows)

Then I went to Sainsbury's and bought shortbread, fruit smoothie (to make up for lack of fruit), and Ribena.

And that was how the 40 quid I placed in my wallet just this afternoon was spent.

But oh god shopping and finding a nice dress is just so gratifying. And the dress wasn't that expensive - it was 25 quid, and it has 30% wool so the material isn't the shit-cheap jersey type. I just hope it won't be too itchy scratchy in Singapore's heat.

Boy oh boy we're going home soon, and the prospect is both comforting and unsettling all at once. Life's ironies. Countdown stands at 22 days to home, and 7 days to Paris. Yet if you look at it the other way round, 22 days to end-of-experience, 7 days to never-seeing-Bath-again. Woot.

Congratoolayshuns to those two babes of my life. Both bound for foreign shores, and certain adventures. :)

Shall I say this? It's been a good day today, a long time coming. I've not had one of those for way too long, and it feels good.