If you're just logging on today and you read this and think 'Oh, my mistake, this is clearly an OLD post, I've DEFINITELY read this before...' then stop. You're not wrong, but this is in fact a NEW post. I have indeed dropped and broken my iPhone. Again.
I was all excited on Saturday night, racing to a friend's house to get ready for yet another ball, Prosecco in hand and bam, my iPhone hit the floor. Sad times. It is still alive because I can hear it pinging when I get a message, but the screen is totally black. FFS. It'll take a fortnight to get it sent off to the insurance company, give me strength. It's only been 48 hours and already I feel like I've left one of the boys behind every time I leave the house...
It's not all bad news, though. Boy only has 9 days left until the summer holidays. Woo! Am trying not to think about the fact that this also means we only have 10 days until we go on holiday...oops!
(This will be me next Thursday evening!)
In ground-breaking, grown-up news I am now the proud owner of this...
I am determined not to shrink my fancy new J Crew jumpers that Husband brought back from Texas so have invested in mature, adult, wool detergent. God help the makers of Woolite if they are harmed in ANY WAY!!
Have Pilates class this evening and must NOT forget to go. Last Monday I remembered when class was already 40mins in...and then felt cross all week. This week I don't even have a phone to ping to remind me so shall be chanting 'pilates at 8, pilates at 8...' for the rest of the day. I'll let you know if it works!
Must dash, am going up to BFFs this afternoon to help her with some village hall admin (don't be jealous!) and Dog has just run past me with a very muddy bone...better chase him!