Thank God it's the weekend. I could almost feel myself reaching for that burgundy velvet padded draw with the family revolver in it, whilst I drank the last of my great-grandfathers whiskey.
I've been gazing at images of Paris a lot this evening. God, I just want to go there now. I just think about it and my thoughts melt into this relaxing romantic feeling where even though the air is crisp and cold, thick long coats and the heat of that one special person just radiates and keeps you warm. All the senses are heightened to the beauty that surrounds you. The knowledge that you are completely happy with yourself and the people around you. I can't wait for that day, if it comes.
I've got myself in a lovely mood for bedfordshire now. And the fact it's a friday evening means a long, uninterrupted slumber. Horrah for me.
Night night. x