• Got out of bed. Seriously guys, this is a big one..my bed is a bitch and never likes to let me go.
• Got sucked into a drama worthy of the Christmas Day episode of Eastenders. Dramatic workmates always love to bring their drama to the yard.  I would prefer milkshake if I am honest but does anyone ever bring that to the yard? Nooooooo.
• Was asked for sex advice by a 17 year old boy who is having some..issues..with his girlfriend. Do you have any idea how horrifying it is to talk to a teenage boy about orgasms? Do you?! Especially when it is your bosses son.
• Went for a walk along the beach and took some photographs. I forget sometimes that the beach is there until a pretty sunset smacks me in the face and reminds me to be grateful.
• Made tea & ate gingerbread.

I have decided that all I want from life is a constant supply of tea, the odd cake like product, walk on the beach and my camera. Perhaps if I could have a funny winter hat as well because I really dig those. Oh and also a pet llama if that is not asking too much.Oh Oh and an episode of Poirot here and there but I think that might be getting greedy.

During a game of Articulate (<3!) last night I found out that a bunch of close (and not all that young) friends do not have the faintest idea who the following people are:

-Greta Garbo

-Alfred Hitchcock

-Steve McQueen

-Grace Kelly

This breaks my heart into thousands of little pieces internet.

Tomorrow I return to the other side of England. It has been a great and unusually stress-free time so I am a little sad. Mostly though I think the sadness is due the fact that my sister makes amazing food and I have to leave that behind. Not without raiding the fridge/cupboards first though!

Bristol also has way better bridges than Kent. It is so cool it is even on twitter.

It is a good job this holiday period has involved a lot of outside time because holy shit I have not stopped eating since I got back. Not once.