Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Girls' Night

Playing only slightly into stereotypes, Effy and I took the chance while our best guy friend is in Morocco to go...clothes shopping.

She has a mate in town, so we took her to drinks after I fought my way through the after-work crowds on Oxford Street. It is times like this that I truly miss Norwich, where a "crowd" is considered more than 4 people in the store. But I survived, and I am now the proud owner of a pair of jogging shorts that don't fall off. Which is good, since I've taken to jumping rope in the mornings and the bouncing has proven dangerous to my previous pair of exercise bottoms...

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