French Connection decides now is the time to launch a maternity line. First thought (after, wow, that girl looks hot), is, er, 'couldn't you have thought about this maybe, I don't know, six months ago?'
The clothes are fabulous and for all my newly pregnant readers, they'll be on asos.com this week, so don't decline those festive party invites just yet. Seriously, there are some great dresses in the collection. They're as nice as I am bitter... just saying.
Anyway, moving swiftly on. Today is my last Monday in the office. Hoorah. I might be commiserating myself on missing the French Connection boat, but I'm jolly in the knowledge that as I write this, I have just 4.5 days left in the office. That includes one day that I may work from home, so it could mean just over 3 days left commuting, stretching in the toilet, getting 'haven't you popped yet' glances from people I don't know at The Times, and a general rush every morning as my body takes its own, slow, pace, and I invariably turn up late. I can't really imagine what it's going to be like not working for quite some time. I mean, my gmail account gets about three messages a day (if it's lucky), whereas my one at The Times, well put it this way, it isn't even 3pm yet, and I'm already on 200 odd. It'll be hard relinquishing my brain from all that internet chitter chatter. But I'm determind to hand my Blackberry back at the end of the week (RIP BBM), and I will try not to miss it a jot. I'm thinking that shopping will have to replace emailing for the first few weeks. What? At least I'm not going to start smoking!
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