Anonymous Flowers!

I can say that I have fully recovered woo! I hate being ill, because I just seem to regress to a 5 year old again. As soon as I feel the slightly bit sick the pyjamas are on ,and I’m curled up on the sofa with a big comfy blanket, with a bunch of chick flicks! However, I can say that being sick this week was well worth it! Brad called me to say thank you for such a lovely night, and we ended up talking for an hour. I also had a huge bunch of flowers sent to my flat. I attached a photo so you can see how lovely they are. After signing for the flowers I thanked the delivery man,, and asked them who they were from, to his he replied, ‘Miss, do you really think I spend my day reading the cards, and them memorise them just so I can tell every flaming customer who sent their ruddy flowers!’

Well I was just in complete and utter shock. I was just so stunned that I was still standing in the same spot with exactly the same look on my face as the delivery man drove off. When I finally composed myself and realised I was standing on the doorstep in my dressing-gown, I scuttled inside, shut the door, and ripped the card out of the envelope like a hungry lion to a zebra. (Sorry about that metaphor it was a little gruesome) This is what the card said:

Dear ??????

I’m sorry to hear you are sick, but I hope you get better so you can bring the sunshine back into my life.

Yours Forever

The 1^st thing that came into my mind was, ‘Aww Brad is so sweet!’ But then I realised that he hasn’t signed the card, in fact there was no signature! Why wouldn’t he have signed the card? I mean it is such a wonderful bunch of flowers why would you not want to own up to buying them? Then I thought maybe Brad hadn’t sent them, but who else would have sent them, and why not own up to it. This flower business sure was hard work, so I decided to take a break and have a cup of tea. I’m a typical British woman…..whenever in trouble make a cup of tea and everything will be ok, and it was. I decieded not to mention the flowers to Brad just in case he hadn’t sent them, because I don’t want him thinking someone else is on the scene as well. If brad asked if I got the flowers I’ll just tell him they are beautiful, and tell him that in Wales when we get sent a gift it’s polite not to bring it up the next time you see the person just in case they get embarrassed. Lame excuse I know, but it’s the only thing I can think of right now! I gladly welcome any help of you guys reading the blog!

It was my 1^st day back at work today and everything was great, I really do love my job! I’ve also started cycling to work for a few reasons;

Reason 1 – To get in shape for the summer
Reason 2 - Minimises my carbon footprint
Reason 3 – It’s my only chance to catch a bit of sun. Here in the UK you need to grab as much sun while it lasts, because you can never guarantee when it will come back!

I best be off to bed now as I have to work tomorrow in a fate helping with the tea and coffee!

Oh, I forgot to say that Pete came by my work today to apologise for the crashing my date, but he said it was nice to hang out again!

Night xx

1st date with Brad

I would like to start with apologising for not posting for the last few days, but I promise that I have good reasons, which you will defiantly hear about below!

Saturday was an every uneventful morning as I had to cover Chloe’s shift at work, however for some strange reason I caught myself thinking about brad more than just a few times. So I decided to txt him. It was a simple txt but left the door open (I hoped) for him make his move! This is how the txt went;

Hey Brad, How are you doing? This is????? From the bookstore in Covent Gardens. Just wanted to say thanks 4 helpin me choose the books they are flying out the shop! Have a good day.

I have to admit it did take me about half an hour to write that txt. I wasn’t quite sure what to say, because I didn’t want to seem to forward, but in the end I decided if he didn’t txt back or txt back saying, ‘You’re a complete freak don’t txt me again.’ There are 3 other bookshops I can buy from in London so that will show him! Ok, I know I do let my thoughts run away with me sometimes. Well guess what…. Within 5 minutes of sending the txt my phone rang, and it was BRAD! I let it ring s a few times before I answered it, because I didn’t want to seem desperate. I was so excited that I can’t actually remember what we said on the phone, and if it wasn’t for the fact that I wrote the essential information down on a piece of paper I would have would have had no idea that Brad was picking me up for our date at the Jaz festival at 7pm tonight! WOOOOOO!! After I got over all the excitement all I could think was, ‘What am I going to wear?’

I left work early so Anna (my flat mate) could help me find something to wear. Now, Anna has an amazing dress sense! She is always up on the fashion and is exactly the same size as me.

I arrived home and dumped my bag and coat on the living room floor and we headed straight for our dressing room. Yes, you did read that right….we have a dressing room. Well actually it is a spare bedroom, but Anna and I decided not to have another flat mate and convert the bedroom into a dressing room, where both mine and Anna’s clothes, shoes, and bag live. After, an hour of trying on about 500 different outfits….ok, so it wasn’t actually 500 outfits, but it felt like it, I settled on a black polo-neck t-shirt, skinny fit jeans, and black knee high boots. I looked good if I do say so myself, when I finished getting ready the nerves hit in. I always hate the time period where you are just waiting because my nervous just go through the roof, but before I got too bad the door bell rang. All I could this was, ‘He here! Brad’s here!’ I run to the door, but then realise that I’ve legged it over too fast so waited the other side of the door and counted to 15 just so I didn’t seem too desperate! As soon as I opened the door I’m sure my jaw hit the floor. Brad was standing there with the light just behind him wearing a white shirt (a few buttons undone at the top), a pair of jeans, and a pair of smart brown shoes. Well if this wasn’t my Mr Darcy then I don’t know who is. I know I got a bit carried away again.

Brad drove us to the Jaz festival which was just outside of London so it took just under an hour to get there, but it was alright because the conversation was easy going and I really enjoyed the ride. Brad did score some points when he stopped in the petrol station and picked up some galaxy chocolate. We arrived at the Jaz festival and I wish I had thought a little bit more about my outfit as it was a festival in a field so I did ruin my favourite boots, but it was well worth it. The night as a whole was amazing. We shared various types of traditional festival foods (I did drop some food on Brad’s lap, but he laughed which gave me a flush of relief), watched some amazing bands, and just genially had a laugh. There was a downside to this date. Brad and I were laughing and joking whilst walking over to the main tent, when we bumped into Pete (my mate I went to church with last Sunday). I don’t know what it was but he just seemed odd and gave Brad the once over. After we bumped into him he just wouldn’t leave us alone. At first, it wasn’t a problem. Pete came with us to see the band in the main tent, and then followed us to the seating area outside, and when it was time to leave he followed us over to the car park. By this time I was getting a little agitated about Pete crashing-in on my date, well I was a little agitated when he followed us out to the seating area. Pete explained to us that he was here on a date, but it was a complete and utter disaster and his date had left leaving him to catch a train back into London. What could we do, but offer him a lift back into London! Well we finally dropped Pete off at his house, and Brad drove me back to my flat. Brad said he had really enjoyed himself, and we should do it again sometime. I got out of the car, waved goodbye, and then he drove off. I don’t really what to make of his goodbye, it seemed sort of vague. What does ‘we should do it again’ actually mean? Argh, I also hate the ends of dates where you are sitting back at home with a cup of tea analysing everything that has gone on! Needless to say, I really enjoyed myself, and hope Brad will be giving me another call sometime soon.

Not much has happened since Monday, because I have been sick with the flu! I have been off work all week, but I feel better now, and will be going back to work tomorrow morning….Oh, Joy! Well I best be getting some sleep now, and I really do apologise for not posting, but hope you all understand.

I'm sorry to say, but I really havn't had the most exciting day today. I didn't have to be in work till 1pm so thought I would get up early do some washing, as I have run out of clean socks! However this lovely plan of mine didn't go quite to plan as I over slept till 11:30am, and I need to be at the tube station which is a 15 minute walk away from my flat. I can't get ready in 45 minutes.....it takes me that long to decided what shoes to wear! I don't know how I did it but i manages to make it to the tube station just as the tube pulled into the stop...WoooHoo! Inorder to achieve this sucsess I did have to remove my lovely white wedges that I had bought the say before, and run down the street like a mad woman! Oh sorry, I forgot to say I caught a train back to london late last night!

I arrived at work and decided to start check the stock as tonight I had to go shopping for new stock (oh, the joys of being the assistant manager). I was there for a few hours, however I did end up picking up a good book and started reading it on the bean bags haha....the real joys of being the assistant manager! At 7pm I locked up the store and headed for the shops! After about half an hour browsing the shelves for some good books I started to get a little bored, and spotted the good-looking shop assistant. Now this guy was stunning. He was wearing black pin-striped trousers, a black shirt with rolled up sleeves with a white t-shirt underneath, and a nice pair of black shoes (I can't resit a guy with good shoes). I put on my most prefession, yet friendly smile, and head on over to the sales assistant. I told him that I own a book store near covent gardens and I'm looking to buy some new books, and does he have any recommendations? I know that;

1) I do not own the book store, but it sounded more impressive!
2)The question was a little broad, but I thought it was one way of getting a conversation going

*note to self.......stop telling lies!

Well needless to say, the conversation was in full swing after that, and I left with his number. Maybe I'll give him a call next week, but then again maybe not. I forgot to say that he had one impressive name, 'Brad', maybe I will call him! Right, I best be going now because the Apprentice re-run is now one!

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Shopping is the cure for all things!

I'm sorry for not posting last night, but I worked all day, went for a girls night out, and had a girly sleep over just like the ones you have when you are 13! I miss being 13 - what a great age. I remember waking up on my 13th birthday and thinking, 'I'm a teenager so I can now do whatever I want!' Oh, was I wrong! After I excitedly jumped out of bed, and ran down the stairs I picked up the phone and called all my friends from school,and told them to come over asap, as it's my birthday and now I'm a teenager I was throwing a party! Within half an hour there was probably about 30 children in my front room. I'm sure everything would have been alright apart from it was only 6am on a Saturday morning. Needless to say, all the noise woke my parents up to find a load of 13 year olds jumping on the sofas and eating all the food in the fridge. I honestly thought my dad's head was going to explode, when he seen the boys using his golf clubs to make holes in the lawn out back! After that incident, I was grounded for about a month (though I'm sure I only served 2 weeks of that sentence, and was let off with good behaviour. However, I now know that it was because my parents were sick of me being in the house all day long!)

After the comment from 'Not So Anonymous Michelle' I think I may moved to the states so I can go shopping 24 hours a day....How awesome is that, and I thought London was amazing! Yesterday I started to feel a little home sick so I decided to take a trip back home to Wales. This morning I jumped on a train at Paddington train station, and 3 hours later I'm back home...... the wonders of modern technology are amazing! I arrive at Cardiff (The Capitol of Wales) around 10am and waiting for me is best best friend, Tia. I know you are thinking that the 1st thing I'm going to do to get rid of feeling home sick is to race home and see my mum and dad for a nice home cooked meal! This was my initial plan, but I really don't know what happened (I think I may have blacked out), but the next thing I know I'm standing outside this cute little shoe shop, and I'm holding a shopping bag with 5 pairs of new shoes! I have to admit that I'm a complete shopaholic! I seriously think it's an illness! One moment I'm perfectly happy walking down the high street then the next thing I know I have shopping bags upon shopping bags in my hands. Shoes are the worst, and they get me every time. I'm sure they have a magnetic pull on me that draws me near them, and when I'm close enough the scream at me;

'Buy Me! Buy Me!'
'I promise I wont hurt you, just give me a chance!'
'I'll make you look like a supermodel!'

Anywho, when i finally arrive at my parent's house, which is around 5:30 (oh, how time can fly when you are shopping), my home sickness had completely disappeared. I told you shopping is the cure for all things! As soon as I walk through the front door the smell of cawl (A welsh stew) hit me like a saucepan across the face, I shouted 'Mummy I'm home!' in the Fred Flinstone style, and out of nowhere appears my mother with a hot bowl of stew and my old slippers....aah it's good to be home. I'm now writing this blog from my old bedroom, but sadly I have to end here because I'm just about to start Breakfast at Tiffany's with my sister, just like the old times! Don't forget to comment!

Night,
Anonymous City Girl
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I am the clumsiest person alive!

I would like to start this post by saying a huge thanks to everyone who commented the blog. I was so happy to see people are reading my blog and actually enjoy it. Please keep commenting I love hearing from you!

OK, someone wanted to know a little about my life before moving it London. I moved to London when I was 18, and become an English student at King's College London. I am a welsh girl through and through. I am slightly embarrassed to say that I do have a welsh accent, however, I do love it because it sets me out from the crowd in London. The welsh accent also comes in handy when I make a fool of myself, like the time I got my heel stuck in the escalator on the London underground. I seriously don't think I have ever been that embarrassed in my life. After a huge amount of tugging the seriously cute guy behind me offers to help (by this point I just wanted the ground to swallow me.) Now, this guy has that sense about him that just says, 'I have the whole of London in the palm of my hand.' He simply smiled at me and said, 'take your foot out of the shoe, and with the simplest of twists, just like magic it was out. At this point I put on the strongest Welsh accent I could muster and replied, 'oh, that's how these things work. We don't get electricity in Wales so I'm a little new to these moving stairs!'
I have no idea why I said it, but it just came spilling out of my mouth before I had time to stop it. I just grabbed my shoe and swiftly walked off! I'm sure I must have robbed a bank in a past life to receive that much humiliation in just 2 minutes.

Anyways, back to the good old life in Wales. I grew up in a small town, you know the place where everyone knows everyone, and you can't walk down the street without seeing at least 5 people you know. I love Wales for many reason, but one of top reasons is because anyone will start a conversation with you. One time I walked into boots to buy some make-up and out of no where a woman turns around and starts informing me that it's her birthday on Saturday, and she thought she would make an effort and buy some lipstick. This Lady starting telling me all this information about how she doesn't usually wear make up so doesn't know what colour would suit her. The next thing I know I've been standing there for half an hour helping her to choose the best colour.

I've been living in London for 7 years, and I absolutely LOVE it! Where else can you get a hair cut and shop until 9 at night! People are a little bit loopy here but you get used to it, and it adds to London's character. For an example, today in work I was listening to Chloe phoning a customer to inform them that Russell Brand autobiography called 'My Bookie Wook' has just arrived at the store. This is what I heard;

Chloe: Hello, Mrs Davidson, It's Chloe from the Bookstore. I'm just ringing to let you know my bookie wook is in the shop.

Taking a slip of my Coffee just before hearing that wasn't the best idea, as I now have to replace the keyboard by tomorrow morning b4 the manager finds out what happened!

I don't really have much more to say today, but keep commenting, and let me know what you want to hear about!

Note to Self;
Why have you not noticed how gorgeous Colin Farrell is before tonight?!?

The most difficult customer on the planet.

I can't believe how addictive this blogging business is! I knew I was hooked when I almost missed the tube, because I was day dreaming about what I could write when I got home, and if I'll have any comments.

I'm the assistant manager of a book store near Covent Gardens. I know what you are thinking, but I promise my book store is the best book store in London (yes, I am a little bias). This book store is the kind of shop where you can drink coffee, grab a book and sit on the bean bags in the corner.....Awesome, I know! Anyways, living in London means you have to catch the Tube to work, which usually isn't too bad apart from when you have someone smelly armpit in your face, and some one's backpack nudging you every 2 seconds (I don't understand why they don't keep it in their hand, because they know full well that they are pushing you into the angry man opposite you!) I love living in London don't get me wrong, and I was an instant fan ever since I started at King's College when I was 18. However, catching the tube on a Monday morning makes me wish I was still living in Wales, where any old stranger will tell you their life story, whether you want to hear it or not.
I usually Avoid rush our on the tubes , because lets be honest who wants to be on the tube when you feel as if you are the yellow smartie crammed in the middle of the tube. So I'm sitting on the tube (yes, I do have a seat, however I pretend not to see the other woman heading for the seat when I fastened my pace), and all I can think is I wish someone would smile! I'm sure there are rule for the London Underground which someone forgot to give me when I 1st arrived, and they go a something like this:

1) You must not talk to anyone.
2) You must not smile.
3) If you are not reading a book/newspaper you must look at the floor at all times.
3) At least 2 people must be playing the songs on their Phone out loud at once.
4) Once you are off the tube you must rush for the exit pushing as many people out of the way as possible. (What ever happened to letting the women and children going 1st?)

OK, so I arrive at work, and once the manager has left Chloe and I slip of our heels and out come the Slippers...see, I told you it was the best book store! Chloe and I are having an amazing time drinking coffee, racing on the wheelie chairs, and catching up on the weekend's gossip, when in comes the most difficult customer on the planet! Now I will admit I do not have the patience of a saint, but this customer just took the biscuit. This customer struts up to the counter and, this is how our conversation went;

Customer: I'm wondering if you have a book in stock.
Anonymous Girl: Right, What's the book called?
Customer: I can't remember.
Anonymous Girl: OK, No problem. Who is the Author?
Customer: I don't remember, but the book is about a woman who falls in love with a man who is then sent out to war.

By this time my patience is wearing extremely thin, and I politely advice the customer to go back to where they seen the book advertised, and get more information. I was very proud of myself for keeping a professional attitude, and putting into practice all the customer service training i had taken, when in my head I just wanted to scream, 'Get out of my shop you silly woman!' The wind was immediately taken out of my sails when I over heard the woman mumbling how my bright pink slippers reflected my attitude to work - what a cheek that woman has. I personally believe my pink slippers show what a relaxed and inviting book store we are.

I eventually arrive home after a fulls day of work and wonder why someone has yet to invent a water proof laptop so I can write this blog whilst having a long hot bath. That then draws me to the end of my day. Please leave me comments if you are reading this. I would love to know what you think and if you want to hear about anything in particular.

*Note to self....Start drawing up plans for a water proof laptop.

My Fisrt Post

So, I guess this is where I tell you a little bit about myself, and my Blog. My name is.....Anonymous, obviously! I have decided to do an annoymous blog, becuase sometimes I just want to tell someone whats going on inside this brain of mine, however I know that it wouldn't be completely true, becuase I'd be leaving out the part about them!

I'm a 25 year, Open-minded, Working Class, and Single....Thanks to my crap, worthless, and loopy ex-boyfriend (I am over him I promise. Well thats what I tell myself every morning in the mirror before work) Welsh Girl. Maybe I'll Catch you up on Him later on in the week.

I grew up on disney films, read a load of Sophie Kinsella's books, and watch hundreds of romantic/chick flick films, which I believe has given me a hope that a Mr Darcey/Prince Charming is out there somewhere for me, yet I'm 25 and still no where near it!

Ok, so It's Sunday night sitting in my lounge with a roaring fire, a bowl of porridge (with lots of sugar), and just thinking over the day's activities. This morning I woke up and went to the little church across the road with my friend Pete. However, I couldn't focus on the meeting becuase all I could think of is how much Pete is annoying me with how loud he is chewing his gum! It probably didn't help that he called me selfish for not sharing my last 5 sweets with him....Gosh, is he 5 years old or what!! Anyways moving on to one of the things that bugs me the most....Christian Guys!
I'm sure they think that the only reason girls go to church is to get hit on. Well, if there are any Christian Guys reading this get over yourselves. I'm not going to church to see you so stop hitting on me!! However, After I just had a big rant about that I do catch myself checking the guys out when the meeting gets a little boring. I even had a thought pop into my head about whether or not the hot guy will ask me out, and if our date would be a disaster or if i should start looking through the wedding magazines now. Ok, Ok, I know i got a bit carried away at the point, but no worries Pete's loud chewing brought me back to earth!

Ok, well I think that will be it for my 1st post. Leave me comments on what you think.