10: number of times I promised myself that one day I will work (in costume, hopefully) at Colonial Williamsburg while watching The Duchess on TV on Saturday night.
9: number of weeks until the end of the financial year at work. As I work in fundraising, I feel absolutely no pressure on this front. None whatsoever. (Insert nervous giggle here.)
8: number of times I told Jon that we should have our free photoshoot in the gardens at Hampton Court Palace if we win Reverie's competition.
7: number of times Jon ignored me when I told him that we should have our free photoshoot in the gardens at Hampton Court Palace if we win Reverie's competition.
6: number of weeks since I last worked an eight hour day for five consecutive days.
5: number of weeks I have been successfully doing the NHS Couch to 5k program
4: number of fabulous American expats I met up with last week. It was lovely to meet Karen over lunch in Westminster on Thursday and I had dinner with AT, Ashley, and MVC on Friday in Chelsea - so much fun! (Yes, I cropped myself from this photo. Too much sushi!)
3: number of Cream Cheese Braids I scarfed at/after breakfast on Sunday. On the plus side, I didn't add the sugar glaze. On the minus side, they were huge; this is 2/3 of one.
2: number of weeks until Jon and I go to Bar Boulud for Valentine's day! We're going on Feburary 17th, not the 14th - that's just how we roll.
1: number of days until February. How did that happen? And why have I seen a daffodil blooming already? Basically, what is this world coming to?
I hope you all had a lovely weekend, dear readers, wherever you are!
