I am just SO crap with my own company! Have had a very dull week as H has been away – yet again – in bloody Belfast for the entire week with his 2 Irish clients and as this week's trip to Turkey (yes, that elusive beast that keeps moving when I least expect it) shifted once more, I've been glued to the sofa most nights.
Great for Mojo to practice her kneading of my anatomy, less great for chummy catch ups (barring Fitz – top pancakes cherie. And interesting what a Mars Bar does when you leave it in the microwave too long – not recommended!).
Still, lots of stuff coming up – in fact now only home for 1 out of the next 7 weekends! Sublime to ridiculous some might say. A comment one could possibly also attribute to my dire HAIRCUT this week – ok, so the hideous corkscrew ginger ringlets weren't entirely sublime but I've now been sheared to within a hair's breadth of social acceptability. As several people have put it 'oh you look like you've gone back to the 80's….and (hurried addendum) of course the 80's are very 'in' right now'… Yeah right - am officially a cross between Bananarama and that Vince chap that played the keyboards with Alison Moyet. Joy!
And a glamorous weekend awaits – we're watching Zoe in her 2 minute appearance in Whistle Down the Wind at Bristol Hippodrome… ooh how the not-so-mighty have fallen! Apparently stars the blonde chap who was lead singer in G4 that opera quartet… yeah, pretty rad hey? Note to self: 4 G&Ts before we go in and it'll be great. Well, can only be more my thing than Die Fledermaus which we sat through in grinding aural pain last week – sorry Morts but opera, even rude operettas, never will be up our alley! If only the Fledermaus had actually obeyed the instruction to 'Die'…
Must sign off now – a sign of definite impending middle age is about to descend on 54 Stroud Road – our first Ocado delivery from Alexander in Onion Van is about to arrive! Pipe, slippers and knitting to follow.
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