The laptop saga did not end well. They wanted thousands to fix it and said it would be cheaper to start again and buy a new one. Post Christmas extravagance, this has not gone down well. My kitchen consequently looks like NASA headquarters. Since meltdown, I have been lent four laptops and an ipad. I flit - rather technically I feel - from one to another depending on what Im doing. One for Topshop, another for Net-a-porter type thing... I imagine quite like a trader might do.
So, I'm starting again. As far as Im concerned, yesterday was January 1st. I'm giving myself a clean slate and forgetting everything that's happened so far this year. Onwards and upwards. Although the next thing on my horizon is my thirtieth birthday. I wont lie, I am slightly freaking out about it. I've been planning an extravaganza for the last five years and now it's here - in precisely 43 days - I actually don't want it to happen. I like being in my 20s. Thirty feels a bit too grown up. People who are 30 should know how everything works. Be properly responsible. And wear suits.
I might spend the next six weeks doing twenty-year-old-things. Not quite sure what this might entail but then when the big 3-0 actually happens I'll be well and truly exhausted and ready to wave goodbye to my youth.
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