Stupidly early Saturday night has inevitably lead to a stupidly early Sunday morning filled with sausage butties and on demand cooking programs; whatever else? Two realisations; I still have a girl-crush on Rachel Khoo/long to be her waltzing around food markets in Paris, and James Martin doesn't have enough chest hair. It is rather disappointing.
A trawl into town to get my father's birthday present even though his birthday is today. I am a very bad daughter. Unusually unorganised for me. I'm usually very anal about these things. My recent life-changing decisions have clearly made me tardy. There's only one solution; the filofax. The filofax will help (a) find me a new job, (b) plan my gym trips, and (c) remember birthdays. Also, an attempt to get all 'Zen' (I've decided to become a lazy Buddhist) on my arse by giving anything I don't remotely want or particularly need to charity.
Good plan.
NB: There are lots of other things involved in being a lazy Buddhist but the possessions thing is the place to start.
Image is the previously mentioned Rachel Khoo swanning around Paris in polkadots and cat-eye sunglasses. I rest my case. I have no idea of the source, probably some Parisian Swanners VIP Club website.
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