It's the weekend! I'm feeling great today because I had a very productive evening, despite my cold. I cleaned my flat from top to bottom (keep it clean, lazy flatmates!), washed and ironed clothes, reorganised my wardrobe from the summer to winter collection, did my food shopping and epilated my legs! I think that was a workout in itself so I don't feel too guilty about missing the gym. Although I woke up feeling a bit rough, hope I didn't overdo it...
The barman text me to say he's going to be in London this weekend. Should I or shouldn't I? I don't want to set myself up to get disappointed, but he does something to me. I'll sleep on it.
Brooke x

