i came, i saw, i left early

It's official. I've reached that stage in life where snuggling up at home dressed head to toe in pug paraphenalia (because apparently I'm harbouring quite the pug pyjama collection) has quite aggressively taken over heading out on the piss. Should I be worried that I've reached this stage at the ripe old age of 24? Hell no. To be honest, I'm more worried about this new found granny-status having a negative impact on my thighs cos the only shapes I'm throwing at 11pm on a Saturday night these days are triangular pizza slices into my mouth. Happiness quota exceeded.

I don't know whether it's my growing aversion to hangovers, my age nearly hitting a quarter of a century, finally realising that I have literally nothing to prove to anybody, anywhere - or a mix of all three of the above, but give me a candle, a rom-com and a cheap bottle of Tesco prosecco anyday and I am YOURS, brother. Yep, I make the world's cheapest date. #silverlining

If you follow me on Twitter, you'll have seen that I got a little over-zealous in the Office shoe sale on Thursday evening, resulting in a smoking credit card and not one, not two, not three, not four, but five new pairs of trainers. I did that thing where you over-order with every intention of sending 90% of it back, but FORGIVE ME FOR I AM WEAK. I cannot bear to be parted with these gorgeous gazelles so have resigned myself to the fact that I'll be paying off that credit card bill in monthly installments until pretty much 2019. How was YOUR week?!

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