Silence is not golden
Still nothing. Nothing tempting on the mat last night, no bright white envelope smiling up at me as I scrambled down the stairs on my way to buy coco pops this morning.
I hardly slept last night. This morning when I woke up (at 6.30am – crazy talk) I had to really push myself to do some yoga, but I’m glad that I did. It relaxed me a bit. I couldn’t face my daily banana though. I had to have a chocolate fix.
The worst thing is that I won’t know if something comes on Monday because I’m heading up to Cambridge to spend a few relaxing days with the BF. Flatmate said she’d call me if there was something, but that just means I’m going to get the collywobbles every time the phone rings. I’m in a state.
On a different note, I just emptied flatmate’s washing out of the machine, and found my lovely black cashmere jumper in there. Now, I’m confused. I wore that jumper on Thursday, and thought I’d put it in the wardrobe. Not only is it not there, it seems that it found its way out of my room, and into a pile of washing in her washing basket. I’m going to have to establish some kind of curfew on my woollens, clearly. If they can’t be trusted, action must be taken.
OK my little dears, I’m off. And I probably won’t be back until Wednesday – BF hasn’t paid his NTL bill, so no internet. Take care y’all!