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Wake up, @timblair
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Itching to go on holiday right now.
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Barry is craving a mojito.
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Found out my neighbours’ children are called Isobel and Sebastian. Sadly, she’s Izzy, thus wasting the opportunity to be an indie band.
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Too hot.
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Windsor’s packed with toffs waiting for non-existant taxis to Cartier. They’re getting rather eggy. Bless.
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Lying in a hot tub drinking champagne and eating handmade chocolates. It’s a hard life.
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Hasn’t @flatpackedworld got enough gadgets? Can one have too many?
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Woo. Despite what the muppet in the Orange shop said, I can have an upgrade. New K810i arriving Tuesday.
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Dogs in office + women = zero productivity. Even my headphones can’t drown out the giggling.
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Settling down for an afternoon of the British Grand Prix and the Wimbledon Men’s Final.
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Listening to Alex squeal at photos of bunnies
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Do keep up @flatpackedworld. Even my Mum’s a pro at Wii Tennis…
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wondering if @timblair has become a tramp, scraping around for dropped coins
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wondering if @flatpackedworld is blubbing
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delighted to be a mere 37.32% mainstream
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Running late. Been with Alex in A and E. She sprained her foot in Vanilla last night.
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Full of seafood and nicely relaxed. The Crab is marvellous. Enjoying the swing band too.
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Thinking that my beard would certainly be the manliest
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Thinking that Dom doesn’t appreciate inane banter enough to tweet.
