My weekend revolved around housework, washing, attending an artist signing on the Saturday and on Sunday I met up for lunch with my friend Sophie.
“I’m sorry” she said as she nearly choked on her rose spritzer “You’re working in Simon Cowell’s office, jesus Jem that’s amazing. So what’s the goss?” she said as her eyes widened and she leant forward slowly, hoping for some top secret information.
“Soph, it’s only an hour a day” I paused “However on my first day I did manage to drown his diary in water in front of Matt Cardle while that Styles kid from that boyband was on the phone” I said with a chuckle, looking back the situation was pretty funny, however at the time I felt like I was going to self combust
She burst out laughing “Oh that’s hilarious, and a new claim to fame…that totally out does the tripping over in front of Peter Andre in Westfield”
“Yeah alright. I’m a clumsy dope. Here’s hoping the next three weeks goes a little smoother, I don’t think I could take that stress everyday” I paused “Even if only for an hour a day”.
We spent the rest of the day sipping wine in front of a beautiful open fire that my local pub housed.
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Sometimes
Fanfiction"Sometimes you put everything you have into one thing, one thing that you believe will make you happy. And when you finally get that one perfect thing, that you’ve always wanted you realise something is missing, something you can’t quite put your fi...
