It's a strange thought, but this past week spent on annual leave have really hit home that the life I lead is a rather boring one to say the least. I wish to goodness that I didn't have to plan things quite so comprehensively, but I do and there's very little I can do about it.
On the plus side, I was in the Co-op earlier (utilising my 'spend £7 and save £1 coupon) where I saw Barry, the shop assistant I mentioned a couple of weeks ago. Anyway, he enquired why I hadn't attended the 'Fundraising Funday' and when I replied that I'd suddenly developed an aversion to having stickers placed directly onto my torso he was sympathetic, stating that he'd been unable to look a charity cup cake in the face after he'd choked on a mini red nose during Comic Relief 2011. Anyway, the upshot is that he's asked me out for lunch on Monday, which is his day off and readers, I accepted. Oh my sainted Aunt, what on earth have I let myself in for?
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