I've spent the weekend and the last couple of days lost in the world of the Hobbits and the Shire, brushing up on my French and the past historic tense. Having barely used the language since graduating almost two years ago, I'm pleasantly surprised at how quickly I got back into reading it.
It's not all been literature, though. Saturday night saw us dancing round our living room until the early hours. Sunday saw me fragile, but soothed by soul and all-day Bloody Marys at The Nelson's Head before settling down with the ever-so-slightly trashy but location-covetable Into The Blue. Yesterday was a busy day of work, work-outs and then my new favourite creation: warm roasted vegetable salad with sundried tomato croutons and grilled halloumi. And today I felt dramatic so I pulled on some big chunky-heeled boots, my housemate's cape and a slick of bright pink lipstick (sadly discontinued, but very much like Illamasqua's Immodest). Perfect.