It’s the most horrible thing in the world not to talk to the person you’ve told everything, everyday for a over a year.  I keep thinking of all these things to tell her, and then I remember I can’t.  She should know I’m working hard and improving things and I have no-one to send stupid pictures of clothes, shoes and stories from Perez!

It’s weird, she’s just one of the only people who would be interested to hear anything I have to say; even if it’s only about an Olsen or what I had to eat or how my fake tan looks today.  I miss you.

It’s four weeks on Friday until we have the keys to our beautiful new flat, I’m so excited - even if it only means I can do laundry for free!  I can’t wait to move into my new room with the huge floor to ceiling windows facing onto the graveyard.  I swear it’s not weird, everyone gives me odd looks when I tell them that but I think it’s really peaceful and interesting and not morbid at all!

A prettily lit grave in my new back garden.

I’m really obsessing over summer right now.  I still prefer winter apparel - always have, always will - but I just feel the insane need to go to the place I always feel happiest.  I love the summers spent in the South of France, for as long as I can remember we have spent at least 3 weeks there every summer.  We lie on the beach all day, read and tan competitvely and eat the best food.  Antibes is home to my most favourite running route and I can run in the most lightweight clothing, no needing to wrap up and hold excess weight.

I’m desperately craving some UV rays.

Holly

photo credits to Gavin Ross