A date that two months ago I thought would be ingrained in my head. For it was upgrade day. I thought, come the day, I'd be legging it down to o2 having chosen the phone I wanted weeks before.
The 28th came, my diary told me the experiment was over so sure I went shopping, but for a fit, fit, FIT pair of shoes and some new undies, not for a phone. At no point did I feel the urge to even step foot in the o2 store, not even after my feet had had a makeover.
And I don't think it was at all because I was distracted by three glasses of champagne and people watching with Libbi...
No, it just didn't fill me with any excitement. I just felt there was no rush. I've 'survived' this long, a few more days won't hurt.
And in my head at least those 4 inch snake skin beauties were far more practical.
Look at them people! No competition.
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