They're like £122. Really?
Lovely day so far. Got my sequin jumper and two dresses through this morning. Went out for coffee with friends and going to the pub with Kim tonight for chats and larky. Will probably be driving again but never mind. Going to an exhibition in Londom tomorrow which should be very enlightening but I'm hoping to squeeze in a trip to Somerset House and yumcha afterwards, possibly even get up to Nottinghill if I'm not sleepy.
Feeling terrifyingly positive about everything at the moment.
My brother and Dawn came over earlier to show us the baby's first scan. Gorgeous little thing (and I HATE babies), you can already see a little head and hands and feet. Kicking myself because my brother has officially stolen the two baby names I had "reserved" for whichever unlucky little brat has a one in a million chance of having me as a mother. I know perfectly well I probably never will have any children, but if I DID ever have a change of heart I always wanted to call the girl "Bella" and the boy "Arthur" or "Arty" for short. The second I blurted that out my brother immediately decided he loves those names, so apparently if it's a boy he's going to be called "Arthur Edward Charles Adams" (The solidarity and upper middle class testosterone of this name was accentuated by a well-timed knee-punch). I liked Arthur. And Edward. I have no other choice. My future son is doomed to be called "Adam Adams".
Mum says I'm going to have to learn how to knit booties. I'm more keen on knitting the little darling a chic little snood or a Missoni style knitted chain necklace. Please be a girl.
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