My man is the most wonderful thing in the world!
Yes, you can all puke now.
I am going through that highly regrettable stage where I can't stop telling all my friends, and random strangers, how cool he is.
He drove me all the way to work this morning because I missed my train and would have had to wait at the station for an hour for the next one.
Go London Transport, you bunch of $%^£"*(.
I tore up to Camden after work yesterday to meet up with Charisse and Kay and get Adrian's birthday present. Can't tell you what it is yet, in case he reads this.
He then dragged me off the train i was about to go home on and took me out for dinner.
Having just stuffed myself with Nando's peri-peri et fritte,I had dessert for a starter (trio of creme brulee a la pretentious French stylee) and cheese as a main course.
We went to Cafe des Amis in Covent Garden, which has a groovy little gem of a bar downstairs and a fairly disappointing restaurant upstairs.
Now it's off to the Market in the van with my arm out the window and my gut touching the steering wheel. Nice one, darling.
I'm seeing Reese and the K later again for girly catch-up in Kingston.
Those girls are the coolest.