Also dull, but I did go to see my mum. She dropped plenty of hints about how it’s time I got a boyfriend. And by “hint” I really mean “said it out loud as if I wasn’t there”.

I dunno if the weekend should call for something different, but to be honest I didn’t have anything planned except washing and shopping. Dull dull dull…

I thought I should celebrate my new week, but I was too busy at work and had too many meetings to go flashing anyone. When I got home I treated myself with a little experiment: I unbuttoned my blouse completely and then tied it into a knot around my midriff. It felt pretty daring to be showing a bit of stomach and a whole lot of bra, albeit to nobody at all. Then I watched a Marvel movie and completely forgot about it.

If charity begins at home, then why not exhibitionism too? My flat is overlooked in all kinds of directions, although I have blinds in the dining room and I doubt the neighbours can see through the little gaps. (Although they don’t have any so I can see them moving around.) It seemed a good time to get used to this loose-buttoned feeling anyway, so I swanned around the place flashing bra at nobody at all. Unless the couple across the street have binoculars, that is, which would be a very amusing turnaround.

I was out of ideas for levelling up today, so while I was working I popped another button. You could definitely have seen a bit of bra, if you were my computer monitor, that is, because whenever I left my desk and as soon as five-thirty came around I twisted it back up again.

Today I started with the button undone, and lasted the whole day that way. It’s a bigger deal than you’d think because I have to say hello to everyone else on the way to my desk. I’m an accountant and there are a few older guys in the office (I’m 26, by the way), but even they didn’t notice anything. But I did work with a bit of a smile on my face, like I had a secret or something. I’m such an idiot sometimes.