Sunday Sun

Despite only getting home and thus to bed at 07:30, I was awake and up again my midday. It was another beautiful sunny day and I thought that I should not waste it. I walked to Soho and purchased a cheap shoulder gym bag thingie and a baseball cap to protect my sore head, before getting a sandwich to eat in Soho Square.
I then walked up and down Compton Street, to see if I could see anyone I knew, or any rugby players, before browsing around a couple of book shops. I then proceeded to Comptons for 1 pint where I saw Terry and a few minutes later he returned with Richard. They were meeting friends at the French House, just around the corner so when I had finished my pint, and saw them outside the pub I went to say goodbye, but ended up joining them for about an hour. They were off to a party so I decided to come home, after briefly toying with the idea of staying out for yet another drink that I didn't really want. I decided that I was incredibly unlikely to see or pull one of the lovely rugby players from the past 2 days so I got a bus home.
I really do not want to go back to work tomorrow. That is the problem with having 12 days off, it reminds you that of what you miss out on when you are working. I will spend my day tomorrow at work looking for a new job. I am renewing my efforts in the hope that this year will be my "new dawn," when everything comes good for me:
No debts, new friends, holiday, new job, and heaven forbid I hope for a boyfriend!!!!