I left my bed

Rosie and i had ambitions to walk to London Bridge, then Covent Garden to Oxford Street. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for us, the weather had other ideas. Aside from the windy chaos that is outside, we didn't let the intermittent showers dampen our spirits (Get it!?) I scoffed a sandwich down on the way to the lift after my very late wake up of 11.30am. Better than i have been in the past so don't feel too guilty but am in desperate need of a caffeine fix and Rosie knows just the place. Tap is located in Soho and would be relatively difficult to find if I hadn't have had Rosie navigating the way ferociously even with umbrella troubles. It looks like a place that would be a "lucky find" and something different to your generic coffee shop. I had a flat white - yes, that happened - and a homemade pistachio florentine that got delivered to our table. We were given cute little bottles with playing cards as numbers for our order which was pretty cool and every...

After frantically working all day on a last minute transcribing job, i was soooo ready to go to dinner... Oh wait, no i wasn't. I was FREAKING OUT. I didn't quite realise how much until i arrived at the Tate members room and had to speak to people i didn't know, and then i turned to James and was like "oh my god, i'm hot James, are you hot? i'm really hot. its hot isn't it?" He told me to take some deep breaths or whatever other useless crap loving boyfriends say to you when you're going to have a panic attack and then i yelled at him at him in the elevator for asking me a simple question of calling the man i was suppose to meet. (Sorry James, think he might find it amusing now) The truth is, i didn't have a fucking clue what i was doing. It was all well and good emailing the manager, i'm well good at talking via typing, but to approach him? As someone of relative importance to the evening? What the fuck man. Anyway, i told myself to g...