just got back from physio (with more sports ball sized bruises), sweatpants, band t-shirt, NO makeup and hair from hell and the boyf texts me and asks me which house is mine? then that hes just past the pub 5 doors down? where is netherfield (my house) run outside in sweatpants, t-shirt and SOCKS and no make up and down the path to the road... find boyfriends car at bottom of my drive, knock on window and still in utter shock (also still in socks- road is wet and temp is 1 degree celcius) and direct him where to park and lead him into house... to meet parents....!!! went for ace walk and got some 'us' time at last, a few hours later went to work, still on a high... lift goes in my room and i stick my head up to see if its a collegue or my manager, boyf AGAIN! twice in one day! woop!!!!!!
back to work after being ill sucks. my gut, stomach and food are not friends of mine. i might just stop eating and none can then bother me.
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