Wine, women and amateur dramatics

I like to think of myself as an old fashioned girl* with a healthy respect for tradition, especially when said tradition involves popping up to Daylesford for a winter weekend with some girlfriends, accompanied by a vat of wine, a cow's worth of cheese and then settling back for a day of massages and spas. Fucking excellent. Feeling the Monday blues quite acutely today, like an ice cold IV in my arm vein.

Might have to go for a run and perk myself up. Feeling like a great big unleavened hunk of stodge.


*am possibly the only person in the world with this particular viewpoint. But however.