Dear Reader,
I envy morning people. I wish I was one of those bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, obnoxious balls of sunshine that spring out of bed mentally sharp and ready to conquer the day.
Unfortunately, my wake-up routine is like making a zombie in reverse. Mentally vacant, shambling Edwina lurches from her bed and stumbles to the kitchen in desperate search of sustenance (usually tea). Then after about two hours of semi-coherent grunts and running into objects,
semi-functional Edwina is ready for business. She peaks at around midday and slowly slides back into zombie-Edwina by nightfall.
That's right, I'm neither a morning person or a night person. I'm a middle of the damn day person.
So when I tell you I agreed to meet my delightful friend Ms Marina at 9am in front of the British Museum and add in the fact that my front door locks when I pull it shut behind me...
Well, you can see where this is going.
After staring, swearing, and wishing that life came with the same do-over option I get in video games, I rang my landlady. She couldn't have been kinder or more understanding. Yes, she had a spare key and I was welcome to it. The only catch was that she wouldn't be home to give
it to me until 6pm.
So that was my moment of choice. I could either be locked out of my house, a day of work lost, and my weekly word count thrown out... Or I could have an excellent excuse to hang out with my friend for longer, do some desperately needed shopping, and go see a movie.
And while I might not be a morning person, I'm definitely a glass half full girl!
So after wondering around London with Ms Marina, Mr Marina and their two cute kids, I took myself off to the big Westfield in Shepherds Bush. I saw the latest Fantastic Beasts installment, got a new duvet cover, another pillow, and finally a gorgeous new dress from the Hobbs
spring collection.
