Although I had a really good sleep, and had called it a night
respectfully early on Saturday, Sunday was still a fairly painful day to be me.
After finally getting
back to sleep in the middle of the night, 7am dawned with a bit of a hangover
and a desperate need to do something productive to get me out of the flat. I
didn’t really think that I needed to brave a boiling hot gym again, so instead
I did what every sane person with free time and a hangover does. I went to
Ikea!
All I really needed to
get was a photo frame for a housewarming present I bought Nick before I even
moved over to Singapore, but in classic Suzie sytle, that’s not the only thing
I came back with. We’ve ended up with strange candle arrangements in the
bathroom, a weird decorative bowl on our coffee table, new serving bowls in the
kitchen and a shoe rack in the bomb shelter. I suppose I could have just
summarised that as “a lot of tatt”. I came back with a lot of tatt, and,
thankfully, a frame for the poster that’s been waiting to go up for months.
The rest of the day was
spent in a blur of watching reruns of Gavin and Stacy, cleaning the flat from
top to bottom, speaking to my parents to wish my lovely mummy a good Mothers
Day, and eating pizza from the amazing Italian just down the road. All in all,
I think it was a fairly successful hung-over Sunday.
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