Someone bring me happy things.

What a fucking week. Someone bring me happy things. Now.

Currently accepting – kittens, actually any sort of small fluffy animal, chocolate, lasagne, roast dinners and wine. New shoes. Comfy slippers & tracksuit pants also welcome. As are hugs.

Claire’s already up there with the Roast dinner and wine. She also gives hugs. Kittens, well I have one, actually more like a fat cat but she does the trick when at home, Office kitty reigns terror down on everything, she keeps attempting to pull out the pins from my posters and eat them. She also fulfills the much needed cute attack during the working day.

Meh, meh, meh. Want to run away and take photos. In my tracksuit pants, wearing my slippers, eating lasagne. End.

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