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So going by this bank holiday weekend's weather, I can't help but feel like summer is drawing to a rather abrupt close! I'm going to have to change the title of this blog, or just start a new general one?

My shift key has decided to stop working.

So I've just taken a trip down memory lane...well a flashback to February....a time filled with perios drama-esque chit chat between LJS, AJD and myself. Quite amusing, I'm sure one would agree.
I'm going to miss living with those girls so much! No so Capitol!

So today LJ and I decided to storm Cheshire Oaks after Elle magazine informed me of extremely-knocked-down-in-price Mulberry bags! ELLE MAGAZINE IS A LIAR! That's all I have to say on the matter! Nevertheless, we continued with our mission of finding something to wear to Chester tomorrow night, to no avail. We realised CO is shit without your parents...the ones with money. Although I did find my Paris hat....then didn't buy it! So what did we decide would be the perfect way to cheer us up after this disappointing shopping trip (it was raining too,might I add!?) of course, a trip to the Cadbury's shop to buy our weight in chocolate! :)

During our walk around CO, LJ informed me that we are thought of, by the T family, as birthday picnic ruiners! Not to worry, BT has always hated me....maybe not always but for a good few years I'd say. Speaking of JT and RCM.....when's the wedding? Thank God they go to the same Uni, I don't think they could cope without eachother. May I direct you to their holiday photos....

"Yes, but what're you doing this weekend?"- Classic LJ.

So tomorrows agenda? Bring up picnics as much as humanly possible, without sounding like I'm obsessed with eating Al Fresco.

Another turn up for the books this evening, NC, the rude gf, has informed me she has a going away present for me?! Is that not the most unexpected thing you've heard in a while? And I know we get a lot of unexpected news within the group, but seriously, that is weird! Is it not?

Finally, I have unfortunately gained the pleasure of MJ permanently greeting me with "How's the arse?"

Fan-fucking-tastic.

xoxo