I can’t describe how happy I am today. I’m sitting in my new flat, overlooking a pretty patio, having enjoyed breakfast all by myself. For nearly 3 years I’ve lived in a flat with a flock of people. People came and went and you were never sure what they were doing. Classic London flatshare.
Here’s a little story to cheer you up. I was getting into the whole fitness thing, trying to scan all the free classes in the area to achieve some sort of goddess-like physique for the summer. I went to reformer pilates and a circuit class and felt proper psyched about the whole thing. Then the ache started. Muscle pain is obviously normal when your biceps and triceps haven’t worked out for a while, but what I’m experiencing now is beyond me.
I can’t believe I’m about to confesses this, but I went to a dog café yesterday. My friend Anna has bought a Chihuahua and this weekend she was also dogsitting another little pup. Although it might not be my first choice to sip coffee at a pet café, it made for an interesting insight into pet owners’ lives.
I found myself, rather surprised, last Friday morning sitting on a plane with destination Moscow. It’s not like I didn’t know I was going, I just wasn’t sure whether I would get my visa in time. Therefore, I didn’t really want to tell anyone that Moscow was the aim of my Bank holiday, what if my visa was declined and I had to stay in rainy London?
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