Dreamy

I'm hungover for a change so instead of writing many words about many things I will be drifting and draping around the house in the following ethereal manner:













Not quite: I'll be in un-matching pyjamas eating scrambled eggs and watching the Sopranos. I MAY order a take-away at about 3 (when my boyfriend goes to work.. for obvious reasons. I look bad enough already. In fact he's just said to me, "So what are we going to do with this barnet then?" referring to my hair so I don't think I want to fuel any more concern in the department of my appearance).