Headline;

Yesterday i was sunning my white bits on my balcony, well out of view, when i look up to see not one but two pigeons, looking down at me from the table. Eyeing me up.

I can see the headlines now,

"Heartbroken girl holidaying in the canaries meets her untimely demise; Death by pigeon"

I´m like a young tanned bridget jones and her being eaten alive by alsations, but instead it´s birds, pigeons to be exact, somewhat less poetic.

I dreamt that i flew home last night for my confrontation with Boy. It all went pretty badly. Horrendous tbh. But that makes me feel somewhat better today. Like it couldn´t really be as bad in reality... right?

Right!

Back up to the balcony to sort out my white boobs. If you don´t hear from me you know that i have, in fact, been eaten alive by spanish pigeons... thats a good get out clause if i ever knew one.

Buenos Dias mis amigos! Hasta Luego! Adios!