Rewriting this one because I was too tired to bother with capital letters earlier.

My best-laid plans went a little awry when I arrived at work to find a message from my Dearly Beloved Boss telling me to get over to his house to babysit his kids. They're good kids, actually, not suffering too much yet from sharing his DNA, bright sparky little ( Read more... )

Today is the first day in over a week I've felt bright. The feeling that I'm coming down with something has lifted and taken any potential "something" with it, along with the misery that tends to come with not feeling brilliant. Also, the sun is out. This is probably not connected.

I'm off to London on Friday. Seeing Ed Byrne at Hammersmith Apollo ( Read more... )

Today, I have done a brilliant impression of a normal, chatty, sociable human being. I have had an in-depth discussion of teeth with two colleagues I don't generally chat to (is it unusual to bite polos? I thought that was the usual way to eat them) and with the accountant about pre-decimal coins and eccentric great-uncles (I have one. Not at the ( Read more... )

Have I mentioned that today is a good day? I have had a bath, with nice strawberry gel and I'm now sitting on my bed, daydreaming a little, listening to the Titanic soundtrack (unpopular opinion, but I like it a lot) and painting my nails. Some of them have broken and are short, others are too long and have faultlines through them and need cutting ( Read more... )