Slept great last night, and late, didn't get up until gone 7. Jogged for 40 minutes, showered, toast with marmalade with ginger and a black coffee then off to the usual Sunday morning experience. We're under the cover of a rather soggy blanket of grey cloud again. By the time I got home yesterday, the brilliant sunshine had been replaced by dank cloud so still no new jewellery pictures. I did manage to wrangle with Photobucket and upload some pics on here though, did you notice? Just NZ at present but it'll be a compilation of anything and everything so stand by!
I'm sitting here in my usual spot in Starbucks, strategically situated under the best lighting to show off some bracelets just waiting for someone to say; "excuse me but I must ask, where did you get your bracelets from?" Hasn't worked so far but you can't blame me for trying.
Need to recycle today, visit more sickos on the way home then once back, I'll see what I can conjure on the creative front. I have my Sunday afternoon date with a Bondi Rescue marathon followed by the last ever Candleford episode and then the Baftas for some frock envy, then that will be another weekend over. Why are Saturday and Sunday the shortest days of the week?
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