Birthday Celebrations, Getting Hacked & A Breakfast Catch Up

The ankle really put a spanner in the works for my outfit for Saturday night.

I had really been looking forward to wearing a nice pair of heels, but there was no way my swollen, bruised foot was going to allow it.

Instead, I opted for some flat black knee-high boots, there was no point getting annoyed about it, it is what it is.

The husband and I picked up our friends in a cab and went to the bestie’s house for pre-drinks. No one apart from the bestie’s husband and our other friend knew where we were going and we were going in style.

We had a party bus taking 8 of us, with another 4 people meeting us there. We spent the journey drinking cocktails and prosecco, listening to music and laughing, the laughter continued throughout the night.

We had a private dining room at Pollen Street Social. The food and drink were delicious, we ate, drank, sang and danced our way through the evening, before the restaurant closed. We, of course, wanted more, so we went on to Little Italy in Soho to continue the fun, before that too closed and we had to battle with the rest of the revellers in Central London to get a taxi home.

On Sunday, I spent the day lazing around. My energy levels were zero and I just wanted to watch and eat crap, so I did.

Monday came and so did more pain in my foot. The alcohol had clearly numbed the pain on Saturday and I probably spent a bit more time on my feet than I should have.

I spent some time mind-mapping content for my freelance business and as I was doing it, I realised just how much writing experience I had gained over the years. I decided to write about that and will share with you over the coming weeks.

On Tuesday, I woke up to an email from Very, thanking me for an order I had placed. I hadn’t placed an order. WTF? When I looked, someone had ordered themselves an £800 GPS watch on my account. I had been hacked.

Very had noticed some unusual activity and locked my account, which appeared to have been done just in time as whoever the hacker was had started filling up my basket again with Armani and Nike products. F*cker.

I contacted Very via their app and changed my password vowing not to get stressed about it. If this had happened last week, I would have most certainly had a meltdown.

Despite the morning drama, I had a much more productive day, spending an afternoon doing lots of research and more mind mapping.

On Wednesday, I was supposed to be seeing a friend for dinner but this got postponed, I didn’t mind as I should probably be resting my foot, so I spent another day in the sanctuary working, thoroughly enjoying myself.

On Thursday, I was beginning to feel fed up with the constant limping. Why was my foot still hurting? I just want to feel normal again!!

On Friday morning, I headed to Bluewater to meet my friend and her gorgeous little 3-month-old for breakfast. We sat down at 9:30 am and when we got up to leave realised it was 11:45, we had no idea we had been sitting there for so long, we had just been talking constantly! It was so lovely to catch up.

I had recently read somewhere that wearing nice underwear was the ultimate form of self-care, something that is just for you and makes you feel nice. So I decided to treat myself to some new underwear, I had spent far too long wearing it for comfort and it’s just not very confidence-inducing!

I came home exhausted from leaving the house for the first time this week, but I felt very happy and content.

More of this, please!

Part of the tasting menu at Pollen Street Social Restaurant
2023-02-11 14:17:00

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