Well, I’m working late again. Dealing with some kind of video edit catastrophe. I’ve had to cancel dinner with two lovely friends. I feel pretty sorry for myself right now.
But I did get some happier news earlier. Work-related, of course. There is little else in my life right now.
I’m going to Paris for two days next week to pitch for a new account.
Ahhh, Paris in springtime.
Where honeymooners kiss on the banks of the Seine. And wander through the streets hand-in-hand. And gaze upon each other over coq-au-vin and bottles of vin. And declare their love unbreakable by locking padlocks to the Pont des Arts.
Only I could be going there with colleagues. To pitch for a marketing account. For an engineering firm.
Wow.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited. Travelling with work is one of my favourite things about work. A trip abroad makes all those days in London in an office with no windows (true story) worthwhile.
I’m just moaning because I’m bitter. It’s what I do these days.
Going to Paris sans petit ami means unlimited time to myself in Sephora on the Champs-Elysées.
I win.
Pizza of Doom 
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