006. 14 February, 2006
A-ha! I swear I've torn the entire cottage apart looking for my journal. And where did I manage to find it? Not in the icebox, though I have found it there before, but buried under piles of stuff on my desk at work. I also found the pair of silver hoops that I thought I'd lost. And this led to people at work once again suggesting I organise this pile of mess that I call a desk. But as long as I can find everything I need eventually, what's the harm?
... oh Merlin, one of the other photographers is dressed up as Cupid and has just walked past, asking if anyone wants to see his bow and arrow. I can't decide yet if I'm amused or horrified, I'm laughing too hard!
"Cupid" aside, I love this holiday. And not just because I got the most lovely vase of flowers ever this morning and have a date with an incredibly wonderful man tonight.