Actually, I've no idea what they're coming round for. I wasn't paying any special attention when I agreed they could all converge on my place and get changed there, but from the last part, I understand we're off somewhere -- hmmm, this could be the perfect opportunity for me to wear my new skirt out in public for the first time! Hope it'll fare better than my new shoes: stupid crazy paving our councils insist on using for our streets has ruined many a fine pair of heels in my collection, and my latest acquisition is the last in a long line. ::sigh:: I don't know why I bother, sometimes...
Meanwhile, it looks like I'm all set to go back to Blighty for the last week in August; a friend of mine has asked me to accompany him on a trip to London for a couple of days, and
And going through my mind is a song by The Smiths that's remarkably apt: forget about computers and books, I want a boy for my birthday. But where can I get one?