It was the Chinese new year of the dog yesterday, and to celebrate, me and my sister Angie made a Polish honey cake. Shame it tasted of nothing, but it was something to do. She was nice to me today, after my nervous breakdown on Saturday when I thought I’d lost my real diamond nose ring. I’ve even rooted through the disgusting bin in the cloud room – the most traumatising experience ever. In the end, Mum found it in the Top Trumps bag. Thank god!
Today I have finished writing up my Christmas review at work. I have spent a total of 8949 minutes writing it up. Wow! Now at last I can look forward to tomorrow. I am lunching with my uni mates at Strada, and we’re planning on having a nice girly catch-up.