As usual my lovelies, here’s how my week went, in no particular order:
1- Yesterday I woke up absolutely convinced that it was Friday. I emailed a promo group saying ‘Happy Friday’. I kept talking about it being Friday for most of the day. Thursday must have felt woefully inadequate. Poor thing.
2- We’re suffering storms here the likes of which have been happening every other month since last September. Pissy rain, 50mph winds. Then it was fine. Then, a day before a building surveyor is due to inspect my building for the new buyer, we get storm warnings. If my roof blows off an hour before he shows up, I’m walking off a cliff. Just sayin’.
3- I’ve been emptying out drawers this week. It’s amazing some fo the fuckery I’ve kept all these years. In one of the kitchen drawers: Hose pipe fittings, dead lighters, dead batteries, train tickets from 2017, business cards from people I can’t remember meeting. Incense that I probably bought in 2005 and didn’t like.
4- My word of the week is ‘fuckery’. We should all use it in a sentence today.
5- This week I sold a pair of side-tables and some blue stilettos that I bought because of the pretty colour and never wore. I told the guy buying them that I hope he gets more use out of them than I did.
Quote of the Week:
‘In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.’Mark Twain