End of the working week

A ever, by the end of the week, the table is full of rubbish. Mostly mine. Italian homework, Christmas card delivery (SO organised!!), college prospectus, a swimsuit, Italian cookery book, all my glasses and red wine. That sounds like a nicer list than what it actually looks like.

And a nice day out with my mummy tomorrow. Hurrah.

And Penny- missing days from earlier in the week now filled xx