Praying for sun...

It'll b a small wonder if I get to training tonight I am sleeping with my eyes open - not a good look necessarily but I have turned it to a fashion statement - luckily my fringe is a little long at the mo so its covering the evidence that I am asleep at my desk.

(background break: Yes, I am off for the dirtiest of long weekends on Thursday with Bessie - ok she's not Hugh Jackman or Kanye, and there'll b no Egyption Cotton action, but well...she'll do perfectly for me and there will be food n booze n ciggies - our perfect combo!)You know when u get that telltale feeling in ur tummy, that there is no way in hell ur gonna get everything done (work wise) before going to Brussels? well I got that feeling now!

Still, the fact that its a 3 day week is uh-may-zing and the promise of Moulles & Frites, an infinite quantity of non Cadburys/nestle choccy as well as a strong beer & even stronger wine is enough to push me thru Tuesday & Wednesday, oh the things I do for the team ;) haha

Surprisingly enough the weather in Brussels is utterly glorious - that is, until we arrive, as v kindly illustrated by the BBC in a series of multiple dashes representing how rained upon we will be.

However, all is not lost on today - I have received my holiday dress & top in the post this afternoon which I obviously intend to wear...at work tomorrow! It is too cute not to wear ASAP, and I haven't quite managed to develop any self restraint. Shrove Tuesday tomorrow - or commonly known by heathens as Pancake day. Last day of smoking too....until Brussels.

Lord, Brussels is going to be our equivalent of the film Hangover! lets just stay away from any tigers...oh God and babies for that matter!