Good Lord! Last night, I broke my bed.
I had a wonderful day yesterday. It started off pretty poorly. I had a lie in (good) but then I checked my uni emails and found one saying that I hadn't submitted my assignment. So I had to trekk to college (in the rain, of course) and sort that out.
Plus the day before had been extremely bad. I was in a sort of depressed bubble all day.
Anyway, it gets better from here. Fortunately I managed to get all my reading done in my lecture, which was marv. Then after that me and two mates Miss K and Miss K went shopping. I hit topshop and found the most beautiful pair of shoes.
They're red and leather with a beautiful strap and they have pretty round toes. Exquisite.
Then I had a thorntons chocolate bar (oh yes, sicilien lemon mousse) which is one of the ones which are derived from a posh chocolate and then just stuck together to make a bar. mmm mmmmmm. And I also got pretty knickers. Not from thorntons, from topshop :)
Then we came home. Ag. It was just awful. It rained like no precipitation has ever fallen before. It was like a scene out of the day after tomorrow. it was absolutely horrendous. Miss K (the one i live with) had mascara streaked all down her face, poor thing. And I looked pretty horrendous, with my hair blown back in a strange wet matted beehive.
We sang bohemian rhapsody very poorly and incorrectly to cheer our spirits. Then we had to dash in to our rooms before the boys saw (when you live with boys and come home soaked, they are not, largely, full of sympathy).
So then I dried my hair back to some sort of normality, caught the end of neighbours, and then had a phone call from a friend, which was nice. Then I had a barth!!!!!!
It was the best thing ever. I've been reluctant to have one in halls (don't fear, I have showered instead. I'm not that stinky) because the walls don't reach the ceiling. However, today, while miss K and I discussed it, we alighted on the plan of wearing a (i)bikini(/i) in the bath.
So simple, but yet so ingenious. Because I am no prude, but i would never live it down if one of the boys caught me in the buff. It's bad enough being the nympho who broke her bed.
So yes, the barth was delicious. Funny shape though, long and thin. I'm used to a corner bath at home. But beggars can't be choosers, and it definitely did the job. I read fear of flying by erica jong while I was in there. I just wallowed for 50 beautiful minutes. I must check my thesaurus for an alternative to exquisite. Mr Boy says it makes him feel like a truffle when I use it to describe him...hmm... I'm not sure I would say ethereal was a synonym for exquisite. I may take on board 'charming'. It has quite a quaint feel to it. As if you're in a Jane Austen.
I may well take to using 'flawless' also. I do love words.
Anyway... oh yes, yesterday evening. I had my bath, and it was ludicrously hot. I love it when the water's steaming and you can hardly stand it. So that sometimes you have to wave your legs about so you cool off a bit and don't pass out.
Then I exited from the bathroom, and got dressed and hung out with Miss K for a bit. We washed her jeans which had collected a lovely array of stones and grit from walking in the rain, and we dissected her new beau. well, future beau. And then I stuffed my face with cheesey smash and beans, and cracked open a bottle of red.
So I was feeling extremely pleased. Like I was wrapped in a duvet of love and wonderfulness. Then it got even better, as Mr Boy came online and asked if he could come round. !!!
So I said yeah of course, he didn't need permission. And he came over and it was just lovely and chilled. Filled with drink, giggling and kissing (because yesterday I was still on my period, more's the pity). Then he was lying in bed, and I was in his arms, and he said, right, you have four minutes to get ready and come back to me. My arms will miss you.
So I brushed my teeth and took my makeup off, and I sat on the bed and BOOMSH. The bed collapsed. it was the corner that mr Boy was lying in (the legs at the head end just gave way, they've always been rickety). The look on his face was so completely amusing.
So that was my evening. I had the worst night's sleep ever. Which isn't unusual when he stays over. It isn't anything he does, I think it's just been a while since I shared a bed (and when it was, it was in my beautiful double bed at home) so I think I'll have to wait a while to get used to it.
So I went to Miss K's room and we decided that making food was the best option. So I had a four egg (naughty naughty) bacon tomato and cheese omelette. And she had a tray of chips.
Honestly, all we do is eat together. It's pretty yum though.
My bed still smells of him. mmmm.
And that was my lovely evening. :)