I'm sitting on the bed by the window hearing the rain patter down.
My nails are bold red sprinkled with gold dust. An impulse buy that's more Christmas-y than I actually feel.
There's the heavenly smell of slowly simmering prawn and tomato stock wafting through the house.
The bf is out having his hair barber-ed after which he will come home and try the new recipe we watched on TV last night.
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I am so lucky.
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