Pixies

Apparently, at some point I've done too much research for my essay. When I was little my mum and dad used to play a game with me to get me to eat my dinner; they'd turn away and I'd snaffle something off the plate, then they'd pretend to be shocked and I'd tell them the pixie must have eaten it. I think something similar must have been going on when I did all this research! If the pixies want to write the essay for me too I'd be more than happy. Anyway, shopping news, lets get our priorities straight! Gorgeous jade peep toe shoes have been identified. As has the cutest bikini known to man. Saving up commences! The shoes were spotted on a shopping trip in town last week. We also had lunch at the American diner where the half price jewellers used to be, it was proper nice! I'm a sucker for a good ice-creamy milkshake though. More later as I'm forcing myself to work!

Mrs. De Winter

My hugely knowledgeable and therefore incredibly annoying friend (kidding) made me change my browser to firefox, and now my blog looks different and I don't like it! I'll get over it. Been busily typing useful quotes to papier mache my essay out of today. Spent the weekend catching up with my mates, playing crazy golf and shivering my ass off in Southport. Saw a little dog running around in a jumper. I want one for my puppy! Apparently you can get them with their names on too. How cute! Unless your dog's called Killer or Tank or Butch or something more suiting a studded collar I suppose. I also have to admit to watching Fame Academy. Purely for charitable purposes, of course! I have to say I'm loving it. I'll be phoning up for Edith, and maybe Gina.

For those keeping track, namely me and the boyf, the crazy golf tournament, (of which I was self proclaimed champion last year as I won two free games! Oh, the amazement. ) currently stands at a score of 1-1.

My crazy friend, let's call her Mrs. De Winter (you know who you are!) may have a very decent job offer in the pipeline, so congrats and crossed fingers go out to her. You were made for it I'd say Mrs. W! No dragging your colleagues (or a certain person) down to your beach hut! You don't need me to tell you where that leads...