I had two weeks off work. I went to Nottingham. I saw my chums. Someone told me my eyes were orange. I drank and was merry. I danced my feet down to little stumps at Phlebas and Rock City and Bopp. My best girls bought me TWO birthday cakes . It snowed. I ate THREE times at Tamatanga (the best- a curry versh of Wagamama!) I had lunch with my favourite Nat. My birthday rocked. We won the pub quiz. I dyed my hair out. I went to PARIS with my Mum. I ate macarons. I drank vin chaud. I walked around Monmarte. I went on a ferris wheel. I went for cocktails and karaoke in a fancy bar. I ate foie gras and soupe a l'oignon and confit de canard. I had aperitifs opposite Notre Dame. I wore my Urban Outfitters coat that my Dad bought me for my birthday. I had croissants for breakfast. I came home. I scored a vintage Levi's denim jacket (complete with sheepskin collar). I started my new role at work as manager of the shoe department. I passed my driving theory test. I got £145 back from the tax man. I celebrated these two things with a cream tea. I used the Earl Grey Blue Flower tea that my buddy Jamie gave me for my birthday when I was in Nottingham. I nebula'd my nails. I seemed to be more taken with galaxy prints than I thought. On Monday, I had a Bakewell tart milkshake in the sun. I took the little bugger for a walk after work for the first time in ages. I got a free latte from Starbucks on Wednesday. I spent all of yesterday in my jim-jams. Today I wore tie-dye tights.
