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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