disclaimer: we did not choose the hideous pink carpet pictured here. a little old lady owned our house before us, and had quite a penchant for pink. we’ve not renovated fully yet, hence why parts of our house still look like professor umbridge’s office ;)
dear alfie, you know that i absolutely adore you, from your soggy little nose right to the fluffy tip of your tiny tail. however, we need to make something clear. when i’m laying on the floor in the middle of the living room each morning, it’s not to make myself more accessible to you. it’s because i’m trying to work out, and attempting to do crunches with you dangling from my ponytail is less.than.ideal. so please desist. got it? ;)
dear iphone, you’ve stayed strong for two years now, and have been an absolute trooper despite me dropping you more times than i can count. you’re struggling to keep going now i know, but please please last until apple bring out the iphone 5! i really don’t want to have to upgrade to a silly old 4s!
(and on that note) dear apple, hurry up!
dear temper, thanks for staying on my side last week. you’re more controlled than i thought you were!
dear sea salt hair texturising spray (what a mouthful!), when i first used you yesterday morning my hair became so puffy i looked like a ‘jack wills’ kid, circa 2008 (all back combed and with a fringe that starts by your ear). by the evening, my hair had dropped so flat that jason asked if i’d straightened it. is the problem you, or my perpetually noncompliant hair?
