I’m not at my best today – you wouldn’t think that I’m i) having my hair done tonight ii) going on holiday on Sunday!
I dislike my body at the best of times (which is fairly common female feeling) – but right now it disgusts me, probably as a result of being so below par, I have nothing to distract me.
Many thanks to everyone how has been asking about my health. I’m rather bored with the subject – but here’s an update, in case you’re not :-).
Seriously…I’m still getting quite tired. Hope they work out what’s ailing me soon!
The cats are obviously attracted to the weak member of the herd – how long would they wait after I stopped breathing before noshing me?
[Do I really have that many chins?]
Guest Photographer Credit – The Boy
Like everything else at 29 QS (see entries passim) I am broken – full of cold, shivering and snivelling. I am sustained by i) Lemsip ii) Wimbledon iii) the collected routines of Bill Hicks (who I adore despite a Coldplay album being dedicated to him) and iv) Billy at my feet.
Not content with being a party gate crasher, he has been lying at my feet like a hound on a knight’s tomb.
The home PC is still dead and squealing, so if you want to send me love and comfort please text me 😎 – or send round white palfreys with expensive presents.