I'm confined by the Civil Service Code, so I can't say a great deal. Sufficed to say if a wider audience knew of my plans to revolutionise the world of electronic filing then they'd be rather excited, but I'm electronically redacting myself as I type.
Myself and Mr A went shopping in the West End this afternoon for our respective summer wardrobes. Mr A decided to purchase two pairs of chinos in a size 38/32 from Marks and Spencer. He bought me a new stripey cardigan and a floaty scarf, both of which I absolutely adore.
To round off the evening we went for a meal in Pizza Hut. I feel that we bonded over the Farmhouse Supreme and when he put his hand in mine and told me how much he cared. His mother's coming to visit next weekend from Guildford and he wants me to meet her. I'm a little scared to be honest, from the picture he showed me of his graduation she closely resembled Clarissa Dickson-Wright and was sporting a pair of enormous walking boots and a jumper decorated by large yellow teddy bears. I'm quaking in my ballet flats already.
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