Today I went to work early in the morning
instead of spending the time in bed with my husband which wasn't a good idea
(pretty obviously). My day at work turned out not to be worth the
money. I'd have rather paid the £15 I earned to stay in bed. It went
quickly as I knew Nigel was picking me up at work to take me to lunch...
... not to Fry-Ups, but to the more upmarket Arts Cafe for
belgian chocolate cake and lunch plate number 2 (which I always get because it's
always perfect).
Then we walked past the gloomy Granary
Wharf so I could feel my place in history. It's scarier with the
sound of running water and the weak worn wooden floorboards that make you feel as
if you're going to fall in. I've saved you the trouble.
