Sunday, 2 April 2017
I confess: We went to a party last night, it was one I was sort of dreading a tiny bit because it was David's workmate's retirement so nobody I knew would be there.Well one person I used to be good friends with who I no longer am. I have seen this person a few times since and held it together, but last night I didn't. Something about being in a party environment where once we might have danced and laughed together but now are barely cordial hit me hard. I got a bit emotional but I managed to reign it in and have a dance to Diana Ross and that felt good. And otherwise I had a really fun night and everyone was nice and I danced with strangers and it was not terrible at all. :-)
I confess: One of us is more hung over than the other (it's not me for once), and one of us is trying not to be smug about it but it's hard ;-)
I confess: I may be unhealthily invested in Sir Patrick Stewart's foster pitbull situation - their love story is so pure and true, how can he not just adopt her?!
I confess: It's a beautiful sunny Sunday, but I plan on watching The World Ice Skating championships and maybe secretly ordering the new James Blunt album because I dig the laid back Blunty folk meets Ibiza chill sounds I have heard so far - don't judge me! :-)
linking up with The United States of Becky :-)