weekend robbery

So whereas yesterday I woke up feeling like P Diddy, things have taken a slight turn today and I’ve awoken feeling a little more like Kerry Katona – skint. Now, you can be forgiven for thinking that it’s my own fault I’m feeling brassic on this Sunday afternoon; I’m the first to admit that I’m not the most financially savvy girl on the planet. Some (most) Sundays I wake up feeling robbed, having spent a small fortune on drinking voddy ‘til the early hours. But this Sunday was something a little special: I woke up having actually been robbed. Continue reading “weekend robbery”