Got Will’s Valentine’s card today. I won’t share in case he reads this, but it’s one of the best ones I’ve ever got him.
The tube is a very angry place. It brings out the absolute worst in everyone. So it’s a rather happy moment when an inconsiderate twit pushes on before everyone’s got off the train, and as thanks for their idiocy they misjudge what space they have, get whacked in the face by someone swinging their bag over their shoulder AND still lose the race for the single remaining seat on the carriage. Schadenfreude is a beautiful thing.
New black skinny jeans. So black, so skinny. No fading, make me feel like Catwoman. (Michelle Pfeiffer, obvs).
Asos delivery arrived yesterday, so today I donned a new rusty orange top (£8 down from £25 – boom!) today. It’s a small thing, but sometimes that’s all it takes to put a spring in your step.
On the tube on the way home this evening, I saw people fighting to give up their seats for an elderly couple. Every day I see people fight far too energetically for seats, get unnecessarily aggressive about claiming the armrest, manspreading and all sorts of other examples of bad tube etiquette, so this was an absolute delight to witness.
Sometimes I take my hubby for granted – I’m sure I’m not the only one. But tonight I came home, worked out as he made dinner, he made me laugh goodness knows how many times just doing stupid little things, and then rubbed my shoulders while we watched TV – sometimes it pay to be married to a trained masseur. But more importantly, it pays to be married to a bloody lovely chap. What’s best, is that it’s not even a rare occurance. He does stuff like that every day. Just because.