I realised yesterday that I am quite obsessed by heart shapes. The catalyst for this realisation was when I had to battle the urge to buy red heart shaped balloons from Paperchase (possibly my favourite store ever).
And now I just found myself searching Google Images for pictures of heart balloons. Oh dear. Although I have found an extremely lovely one.

I'm on my lunch at work. It's quite nice to blog in the office. It's raining like a bitch. It's the most beautiful noise. And there are the sounds of Christmas songs drifting up from downstairs. And I am all warm and not wet. I feel pretty good today. Although entirely shattered. I only managed to fall asleep about half past five, and I was up at eight. This is on top of the completely hideous 12 hour coach trip plus train journey that I completed yesterday evening. Ah well. That's globe trotting for you.

The local paper did a yearly round up of who's died this year (how festive) and my Best Friend was in it again. It was a nice piece (nothing new, just the same stuff, but they are always nice about her, obviously) but it made me sad. As well as that, her dad had sent round the Christmas family newsletter thing, so there was alot in about her, naturally. It's all just a bit horrible that's all. Well, completely devastating, but a bit horrible will suffice.

It's nearly the end of lunch, which annoys me a bit. I'm going to a friend's party tonight and I will see my two favourite boys in the whole world!! Yay for this!
(Groan). I know that Live Aid (and Live8) was a really good thing. And that 'Feed the World' raised loads of money for a really good cause. But Bono is a fucking twat.