Is life like this box of chocolates?

Slightly shaken up, partly dropped on the floor, mostly man handled by my best friends and cheekily digested when no one's looking? I'm sure I could make some convoluted metaphor, but really, no, life is not like this box of chocolates.

A day of sale shopping with mum, got some new boots in the sale, they were very practical and expensive-ish, oh no. Wrote my thank you letters, never have understood how I receive presents from, and write to, family friends that I wouldn't recognise if I passed them in the street. Made an amazing pasta bake for lunch.

Cressida, Clare and Briony came over this evening. Cue rosé and a large box of chocolates, sparkly make up and silliness. This is why I love being home.