Up. Coffee. Comb oil through my hair. Normally I do my hair on Wednesday and Sunday, but today I AM GOING OUT.
Do some Pilates. Really, the amount I’ve exercised this week, I should have at least one stomach muscle and no discernible bloating. Faff about with the housewarming gift for E and her other half, R. Spoiler alert they are getting plants.
Take a Covid test. I had to get tested for college a few weeks ago, and the pharmacy gave me a whole box. Figure I might as well do a test once a week until I run out, since the world’s opening up and I have plans. I loathe the entire process. Let’s just nearly choke to death on a cotton swab and then stick it up your nose. But I don’t have Covid! Yay! Unless I did the test wrong, or it’s a false result, or it hasn’t shown up yet –
Shampoo my hair and wreck my wardrobe and dresser in search of an outfit that fits a) the weather and b) the occasion. It’s been so long since I went to anything resembling an Event that I really can’t remember how to go about preparing.
Mum drops me off at E and R’s. Officially she’s being nice. Unofficially she wants to look round their house.
It is such a nice house! With a garden! I am so chuffed that I know people who got on the housing ladder before they’re 35. First sun cream application of the year. First gin-in-the-garden of the year. First normal event of, what, the last 18 months?
Back home. Make a cup of tea and fall asleep in front of Have I Got News for You.