This morning I was still really chuffed about how awesome transfer went. I think I have mentally convinced myself I'm pregnant. That could be good or bad. But the problem is stuff is making me really anxious.
Stuff like annoying work stuff, annoying people, people wanting me to have a wine with them, people asking why I'm not going to running training, the guy who asked if I rode to work yesterday.
I just decided the riding and running training wasn't worth the risk. I've reverted to strolling over from the South bank train station will have to do.
But how many ways can I wiggle out of a wine.
Ughhhhh. Some days you just need chocolate. It makes ever so many things a little bit better.
Chocolate to die for - one of my favourite local shops.
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