Nuggets

Alright. I'm moving flats again.
This time its going to be a more accommodating.

Fucking hassle though.

Moving shit. Changing shit. Got enough going on as it is thank-you-very-much.

It's necessary.

Moving on...

I was suprised my holiday mode switched off on my first day back after a holiday today. We all know its a fragile state of mind. I rose early(ish), glorious morning, bright pink jacket on and good days work done. Also the fact that I didnt fuck up at work while I was away was a good thing.

The mother-daughter thing was interesting/fun. Beautiful hotel. Stunning old country house beside a river. I wasnt sleeping so good so I spent both nights parading around the garden. Loving the warmth of the carpet under my feet as I walked down corridors. Feeling every floor board creak under my feet. It was nice.

My mum and I dodging the chamber maids as we stole Crabtree & Evelyn toilitries. Its the usual practice in hotels yes?

Visiting many a jaggy jumper shop in strange little places.

Buying practical items like tent pegs and pillows.

Eating beautiful food and being suprised at mothers wine knowledge.

Stole muffins, jam and apples at breakfast.

I dont know if i will ever understand mum.

I'm currently listening to one of the many catalogues from the only person who has ever made me a playlist. (pathetic hu). I have 15 destroyed CD's that despite the scratches still play. It makes me give him respect. lol
The boy does know his tunes.

On the boy theme...
I split up with mine yesterday. No major grief. He wants the friends thing now. Dont know if I do. Recieving 7 phone calls at 3:30am this morning was not working in his favour.
I just have my conscious on my mind now.

Got to find a flat first.