....one numbers cuff link (in desperate need of some polishing).
Issues - check.
Ornaments - check.
Cuff link - check.
Apparels - check. (minus one sesxy lace thong)
Full and final settlement. Veni, Vidi, Vici.
The return of the Goddess
It can't surprise anyone that the house is now sparkling like Alibaba's cache of gems, scrubbed to within an inch of it's life (even the window sills are spotless), and I am now contemplating a culinary adventure involving some portobello mushrooms, smelly cheese and spicy beef, as well as the deeply fulfilling death of several crustaceans.
It's coming up on 2:30 and at least I can say my laptop is now switched on. Although, blogging wasn't really the intended purpose, but I feel the need to inflict myself upon my limited but utterly hapless public. It's astonishing how much you can achieve if you put your mind to it - I've even manged to sneak in 10 hours of sleep, a manicure and 2 episodes of CSI (I do like that Lady Heather!). The question that plagues me is whether I should make a pretense of opening up the file I need to be working on, and do a cursory run through of what I haven't done yet? Or just go straight for the wok??
Decisions, decisions...!!
It's coming up on 2:30 and at least I can say my laptop is now switched on. Although, blogging wasn't really the intended purpose, but I feel the need to inflict myself upon my limited but utterly hapless public. It's astonishing how much you can achieve if you put your mind to it - I've even manged to sneak in 10 hours of sleep, a manicure and 2 episodes of CSI (I do like that Lady Heather!). The question that plagues me is whether I should make a pretense of opening up the file I need to be working on, and do a cursory run through of what I haven't done yet? Or just go straight for the wok??
Decisions, decisions...!!
Returning
Men are asses.
Shocking! I have absolutely no clue how that's spelt!!
One week away and I've forgotten how to do the dishes, my fridge reeks of smelly cheese (Anaheeta's that got left behind!), the bed looks like a hand grenade gave birth, my poor flat like ground zero, and my best friends are cereal, bananas, Brazil nuts and yogurt.
Friday looms and nary a single sentence of my proposal deigns to make an appearance. My eyeballs hurt, stomach growls and back aches. Sleep. Enormous quantities. Tiramisu and red wine. To be avoided. Duvet. To be cocooned in. Conference call. 8 am. Heating?? Wait for the little git to show up and start whining. Home sweet home.
Waaaaah!!
Shocking! I have absolutely no clue how that's spelt!!
One week away and I've forgotten how to do the dishes, my fridge reeks of smelly cheese (Anaheeta's that got left behind!), the bed looks like a hand grenade gave birth, my poor flat like ground zero, and my best friends are cereal, bananas, Brazil nuts and yogurt.
Friday looms and nary a single sentence of my proposal deigns to make an appearance. My eyeballs hurt, stomach growls and back aches. Sleep. Enormous quantities. Tiramisu and red wine. To be avoided. Duvet. To be cocooned in. Conference call. 8 am. Heating?? Wait for the little git to show up and start whining. Home sweet home.
Waaaaah!!
Melancholy
Something’s changed. Thought the weekend in the clouds had put it back, but it hasn’t. I don’t feel it anymore. Not the way it was, and it’s not because we’ve moved onto being more ‘mature’. It makes me sad. The lyrics don't touch me any more. I say the words and intellectually mean them as well. But in my heart, the specialness that was, seems to have melted away. But then, I should feel it sloshing around. I don’t. Perhaps its giving global warming a run for it’s money. Or perhaps its October in London. Or the intrusion of reality of the world around us. Does it matter? It was going to happen. Just didn't expect it this soon.
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