Aphrodite, in a nightie,
Oops, bent over – what a sightie

No idea where that came from at all.

I had a dream last night that a friend gave me a highly decorative little stickie notes pad in the shape of a heart but it was about the size of a pea. Now please tell me why I am dreaming of stickie notes at all, let alone ones I couldn’t possibly write on.

I am thinking of changing my middle name to Ultra-Stessed which would give me the initials J.U.S.T. I’m not really that stressed but I find I get a little over-whelmed when engagements start piling up in front of me like a great big mountain and I can’t actually see where the next segment of ‘being-at-home-doing-sod-all’ is. But then when I have reached that Nirvana state I just don’t know what to do with myself and I end up getting bored and frustrated. I am a muddle.

I met a friend for lunch last week and we chatted over-long about the psychology of relationships (well that sums it up in a nutshell sort of). She told me I think too much, ‘stop f***ing well thinking’ was her best advice and she is right. I just don’t know how to un-analyse. I think probably that the rabbit working the controls in my head has mixed up me toasties.

Today I go to dance, to flaunt my inadequacy in public, noisily, with bells on. That should mean I won’t be able to hear myself think.