 |
| my new, short hair, in Pizza Express |
AUGUST. A month away from starting University, 2 months will Hallowe'en, 3 months till bonfire night and 4 months till my birthday, who cares about Christmas?
Tonight, I did something crazy,
I must have been having a young-life crisis (although those that know me know that I am far too organised to have a crisis!) because I (my hairdresser) cut about 4 inches off my long hair.
Don't cry for me Argentina,
Its ok, it needed it. But, nevertheless, its gone.
I just got home and I look like Ollie Locke's twin. That wasn't something I'm allowing you to laugh at.
But its that perfect length!
Its ok though, the sun will make it grow, like a plant.
To make the situation better I had my haircut paid for me, thanks mum.
BUT then I took HER to Pizza Express (sacrilege!)
Its gone up a league (Pizza Express), there's a new menu, loads more starters including a mushroom Bruschetta, but of course, to nurse my lul I had dough balls.
We had a glass of wine each (I had a Merlot Rosé, of course, not cheap at £4.50 though!)
 |
| Toffee Glory |
I had an Four Seasons pizza - it had Anchovies on it.
mm. Now if you haven't had them, you need to! they're smaller than sardines and are very salty but taste so good - they're not fishy at all.
Then,
I can barely say it,
THEN we had a "Toffee Glory"
It was huge. Like, massive - Ice cream (sorry - Gelato), toffee pieces, wafer, toffee sauce, ice cream, wafer, toffee pieces, toffee sauce, toffee sauce, ice cream, toffee sauce and then chocolate dusting.
Its my 'bad' day.
Moving on...
There was a couple in there that had me thinking.
She was undoubtedly gorgeous, he was rough around the edges had a ridiculous amount of festival bands on his wrist - show off - she had salad.
Salad - who has salad at Pizza Express?!
thats like going to a brothel for a hug - bless her, she clearly wanted to make a good impression, she definitely salivated when our dessert came.
They were very cute though, they had to eat using only a fork because they were too busy holding each other's hands - and playing footsie (theres no table cloths silly!)
I don't know if I could be affectionate in public - everyone looks and then try to show they weren't looking, just creeps me out.
More madness
Theres this boy, I call him Panda (he'll kill me just for saying that), he's a very close friend of the family and he's on a date (gwarn son!), whist his sister sends me Snapchats of her and her mum sat at home.
So I was thinking, I'm sure he's like 15?! No, he's 18 and has suddenly become a cross between a made in chelsea actor (looks wise) and a Jack Wills model and he used to be a chunky monkey. How they grow up.
Tomorrow is a new day
Tomorrow, I'm planning a post on fitness, because I'm a fitness instructor and have concrete abs. (Ha, ahhh I'm hilarious)
No but really, I have some great tips!
I'm going to reduce my calorie intake, as today's food could have kept an African child going for a month.
I'm going to practise my piano and somehow find a way to tell mum I've broken a string on my violin.
Mozart,
aka
RHS x
No comments:
Post a Comment