Yesterday I stayed at home with Jessica – she has flu, poor kid. This meant I could get on with some more packing and I managed to do something which I’ve been meaning to do for some time now – sort my clothes out. Two black bags later I’ve realised I need to go clothes shopping, I’ve also realised I need to change my eating habits (I know… euphemistic). Enough said.
There was an upside to the packing though – I discovered something I thought I’d lost when I was burgled several years ago.
We bought this cutie in France in 2001, I forget which town it was, and I fell in love with it the instant I saw it. I lost a lot of sentimental stuff in the burglaries (the thing I miss the most, my charm bracelet which I’d had since the age of 16 and had been adding to ever since – bastards) so I’m *really* delighted to discover this wasn’t one of them. Of course it does say something about me, but as I’m already beating myself up about the eating habit (euphemistic, I know) I’ll leave this one for another day.