The other day I accidentally knocked one of my plants on to the floor and immediately after I spent a solid three minutes apologising to it. Do you think it hates me now?
My mum has birds that have just left the nest hopping around her garden. They're very sweet. Unfortunately for the dog though their presence means he can't go outside without being on his lead, and to say he's thoroughly fed up would be an understatement.
After spending a good chunk of yesterday evening listening to podcasts, I now fully understand why they're so popular. Hello compulsive listening. I started Serial yesterday afternoon thinking I'd maybe listen to one part a day, but I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't going to finish the whole thing this afternoon.
My reading void is officially over, I think. I hope. After much deliberation at my bookshelf, because picking a book after a long time of not reading anything is always risky (what if I make the wrong decision and I stop reading again?! Kind of joking but not really), I opted for Whiskey Tango Foxtrot by David Shafer. I've been told there's a bit of a curveball in there and it takes a bit of an unforeshadowed turn, but I'm ready for it. There are three very well voiced protagonists in there, which I think can be tricky to pull off in itself, so it's going well so far!
This is Mortimer*. I was given him a few weeks ago and he's been sat on my desk organising bits and bobs ever since. I also think he looks pretty swish in a pair of my spectacles. I thought about maybe spray-painting him gold, but I like him just the way he is.
It's nearing the end of June and I haven't consumed nearly enough bowls of strawberries & vanilla ice cream. It's Wimbledon next week so I plan on making up for it then because it's the rules.
Seventeen Doll'd Up mascara might just be my absolute favourite. Ever. Bold claim, right? I know!
I recently learnt that my boyfriend does not like sour things and will shudder if I bite into a chunk of lime in front of him. His reaction is so over the top it's hilarious. Apparently my Grandmother used to like biting into chunks of lemon in her drinks, so I think I know where I've got that from. It's nice discovering little quirks shared with someone who is no longer with us. Comforting almost. Like a connection that hasn't been fully broken.
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