Back in July/August we got this email from one of the girls at work saying that Jason (one of the account managers) is leaving H&M and joining his pregnant wife in South Africa to start their new life there.
The day has arrived, and as a farewell present we gave him one of the sweetest things I’ve ever seen, well actually two. The first one was a vuvuzela with a british flag - with everyone’s signature, that was a funny one. The other one was an A5 sized passport with the emblem of South Africa on the front and passport-like pages filled with everyone’s messages. That is so so cute!
He had been with H&M for over 3 years, so you can imagine men trying to hold back and ladies welling up before he left.
Good luck Jason, Mrs B and mini-Jason! Have a good life!
September means change, new beginnings, getting back to a routine thanks to school/college/university, well that’s how it was for me for the last 21 years, I was kind of used to it.
This is officially my first September without an academic structure to take me up to Christmas holidays without a hassle or a thought that Christmas is too far away.
September means new beginnings in fashion magazines. The infamous let’s-make-them-as-big-as-possible September issues that turn magazines into a bible. Seriously though, have you ever carried one?
September means new TV series. Grey’s Anatomy, Private Practice, House, The Good Wife, Desperate Housewives, America’s Next Top Model, Cougar Town, Modern Family, Big Bang Theory… And I swear, if this season Ted Mosby doesn’t tell (us) his children how he met their mother I’ll stop watching it.
September means we’re in the forth quarter of the year, it’s been six months since my last birthday, 6 months for my next birthday, 9/11, it’s been two years since I moved to the London area, and Autumn starts!
I love september - and I do not relate to the song “wake me up when September ends”
Today I noticed this about myself. I write and I think at the same time. For example, I will be tweeting or email-ing someone and I’ll be thinking about it in my head; I’ll be thinking on how to say it (because sometimes I think in Maltese, then translate to English - and I hate it when I do that) and when I’m finished, I promptly hit the send button. Then I read it, and realise it’s grammatically incorrect. Or that it doesn’t make sense. Grrr!!
I blame you gmail, you with your “undo send” button.