Friday 14th September
If you are ever involved in a contest where you have to win my devotion by choosing flowers, here is an example of what you could buy:
I think the dahlias I bought to cheer myself up post-Job Centre are fabulous- much better than a bunch of boring scentless roses; the bestower of similarly unusual floral accoutrements would win themselves a special place in my heart and of course my underwear.
On that subject, I now have properly-fitting bra number two. Not exactly silk or Pudding quality but hurrah.
Caversham Princess is off to confer with some politicos so I am home alone until Tuesday; I am going to meet up with my former Mentor for coffee and a much needed bitching session (and see what the job situ might be for next September), spending the rest of the time reading seafaring novels and generally being a solo Hutt.
I could do with painting my toenails and dying my hair; I think I will have to schedule in a session of dancing around in my underwear to suggestive music. I feel the need.
