I was slightly confused when I woke up this morning. First of all, the sun was just starting to rise (I haven’t witnessed this for some months now so this was the first sign something strange was happening), second of all…no hangover? Surely as soon as I moved it’d hit me? But no…no hangover what so ever. This is most surprising since I consumed my probable body weight in Cointreau, Patron, Red and White wine last night with the girls whilst cooking a Thai Green Curry. It’s quite worrying that maybe my body is getting used to the copious cocktail of alcohol being thrown at it. I think I need to cut the cocktails and tally up on the tea…or Starbucks Frappuccinos.

I’m starting to seriously question my sanity today. I took a drive to remind myself where my spiritualist church meeting is tonight and I cannot for the life of me find the sodding church! Forgive my blasphemy Lord for it is terribly unholy of me, Amen. How can it be that it was there last week and now I can’t seem to see it? I’m most confused…also, when I was making a cup of tea earlier I managed to confuse myself again by placing my teabag in the dishwasher and my spoon in my bin. Have you ever, ever felt like this? How strange things happen, when you’re going round the twist! (Sorry…I had to do that).

I’ve been thinking today (yes…scary) about what I want to do in my life before I’m 30 so I’ve compiled my own little list of ’30 things to do before I’m 30′ and narrowed it down to the top ten…

1. Go to New York and buy a copy of The New Yorker and read page 6!

2. Vist Paris with D and stand on top of the Eiffel tower at midnight in time to see all the City lights twinkle!

3. Go to a proper baseball game in America and shout at the players whilst eating a big fat hotdog and drinking a HUGE slurpie.

4. Learn how to not get my heart broken several times over. By the same person.

5. Win a competition…any competition…I NEVER win competitions!

6. Be an accomplished freelance writer for the likes of Vogue, Esquire, Harpers or Tatler.

7. Marry! Hello husband

8. Own several pairs of Manolos…

9. Live somewhere that isn’t here…

10. Generally have my life sorted out…LOL jk that will NEVER happen!

I have a question to ask. How the heck does anybody manage to go into stand up tanning pods and endure six minutes of rays to perfect the lobster look? I attempted to take a six minute tan fix today for the very first time and completely freaked out. I literally am such a pussy (although I shall never, ever admit this when D accuses me of being so). It wasn’t until I was stood completely naked in the pod (no tan lines ladies…) with a pair of terribly unflattering goggles on my head that I decided I was too scared to step into the booth and be frazzled. I stood there, naked, for around three minutes deciding whether to face my fear or calmly get dressed and emerge red faced. I chose the second option and faced such a mickey taking that I wish I’d gone and scared myself to death after all. Walking out of the salon with a bright red face, minimum pride and a refund of £3 I decided this would not be an experience I would like to repeat. Make Believe fake tan…here I come.

I’m feeling in a calm mood tonight which is strange considering I felt less than alright a few small hours ago. Decided to watch Julie & Julia; one of my favourite films ever. It combines everything I adore from food to Paris to etiquette and love. Perfect when teamed with a large glass of red wine and mood lighting.