Dreaming of cake

I spent most of today trapped in a fug of life envy. A cafe, a book, a glowing review in OFM, and now I discover a heartily lovable blog too. Is there anything Rosie's done I'd not love to do? My day spent chasing up news on charity moustache growing contests really didn't cut it. So now I hate myself: for under achieving AND being a jealous bitch.

Ho, sigh, hum.

I'm off to watch the Jennifer Aniston E Special and eat marmite on toast. 

Wait: Rosie's probably already done that, too.