Queen of All She Surveys

I dreamt last night of the girl I went backpacking with. I dreamt I was walking on the beach and she saw me and started shouting that I owed her £25 Million. I shouted back that I thought she was exaggerating slightly but she just kept on at me. Then she disappeared in a poof of smoke.

I haven't seen that chick for over seven years and I really don't want to see her again but whilst we were clearing out the garage I found my old Australia photos and there she was. In all this time I have built her up to be a monster and it is true to say we never really had much in common and probably never should have travelled to the other side of the world together - but I have photographic evidence that we had good times. I considered writing her a letter and enclosing the photos, not to get back in touch but just to make a sort of peace.

In some of these pictures I looked so young and thin! It's funny how you look back at yourself to a time when you know you weren't comfortable with who you were and you realise you should of had the world at your feet. All those times I felt awful because I wasn't as thin or pretty as my best friends. What I wouldn't give to look like that now!

It just goes to show it's just as important to work on what's going on in the inside as it is on the outside, because looks fade and disappear all too soon.

Now I'm going back to daydream about my Meeting-the-Queen outfit. There are only 28 days until the big day, that's only about 8 shopping days (4 weekends) to get something decent. Heather's right - the Queen deserves to see my pasty white legs in a skirt!

Project Queeny shall commence, starting NOW!