Current mood:

relaxed

23 x 3 = 69

I have never seen Notting Hill, until right this second. I wish I'd seen it sooner because I'd have appreciated the fact that we lived around the corner from it for 6 months a lot more had I seen Fitty Hugh Grant wandering our streets. Julia Roberts revealing her midriff is a bit disturbing, though.

Tonight I've tidied the house, scrubbed all the dishes, washed my bedding, showered & now I'm in bed with a cup of tea, watching television. I was actually excited by the prospect of clean linen & waking up to a tidy bedroom. Highlight of my day: getting an Angela Carter book on audiotape so I can listen to it in the morning (too lazy to re-read, & I like stories in my head). I sicken myself.
I think the old spinster lady next door has more of a rock 'n' roll lifestyle than I do. At least she has handymen come to see her throughout the week, a chance of a seedy porn-type scenario must brighten the day up somewhat. Maybe I should break the dishwasher & call a plumber, one with a moustache & a tool belt.
What happened to the Saturday nights when we'd start the madness at 3pm & get home at 11am the next day? Stupid Emma being in hospital, I should be in London now!
I've actually had quite a nice day, pottering around & cleaning everything. I'm officially past it. I've also got to the age where, if I'm watching a sad film, I have to sit & cry with my hands stretching my forehead out because I'm worried about giving myself wrinkles of woe.

Tomorrow I'm going to bake a cake for Mother's Day. Racking up lines of flour, hardcore.
I'm going to live on the edge & have another cup of tea now. At 9:30pm, REBEL REBEL YOUR FACE IS A MESS!