Oooh I am soo excited – I am writing this on my new laptop. It’s not brand new of course but it is enabling me sit with my feet up, watch telly AND play computers. I shall find all sorts of places I can curl up with my machine. Not on the shelf at Tesco though where I curled up with a book yesterday – that would be a fruitcake moment too far. It was one of those days yesterday when hubby met a loquacious acquaintance in the aisle who kept him talking so long I could have an accident with my bank account. I managed to avoid the crisis of over-shopping by finding a book to read but it was close thing, I came away with a pair of unnecessary trousers as it was. And that was after narrowly avoiding purchasing errors in our new Next which is disastrously located next to Tesco. I have never been that drawn to Next, preferring to drool over the racks in Monsoon, but clothes are clothes and when they are dangled so close……
Life is full of these little temptations.
They have a new test on Tickle, a Freud test. I had to try it out – as you do. Apparently my worries and anxieties stem from my toddler years, and potty training, which might have been too regimented – I’ll speak sternly to my mother later. Basically I’m a bit anal, hardly a surprise to me, or anyone else that knows me I shouldn’t wonder. Oh how we love to torment ourselves! It also told me that I have a strong rebellious streak. This about a person who hates being told what to do – oh surely not!
Asked is a different thing altogether but told is very, very bad. No way hose.
I am looking ahead at a week without a single night in and possible doubling up on engagements plus I have very generously agreed to work on my day off. And not only work but go in at some ungodly hour like 8am – I don’t do early. I am not a morning person, mind you I’m rubbish at afternoons as well and the less said about evenings the better. I mean ok I will get another day off in lieu but I shall spend most of the week wondering what day it really is. I shall go distracted I tell you.