Doubt that Ophelia had an attic, although that wouldn't be out of keeping with Hamlet and the general theme of depression. I'm assuming that won't be the tone of this blog, however. Unless things go horribly wrong...

08 August 2006

Conquest of Mess

I'm trying to make my flat look a little bit less abandoned. May even stretch to dusting later. Couldn't urge myself to do it until today - it's taken all week to recover from Spain with the kids. The tour was eventful this year, to say the least. We witnessed a knife attack and subsequent arrest (and even furtherly subsequent nudity of the offender when his trousers fell off), one of the young 'uns was slapped in the face by a tiny Frenchman and one of the big 'uns almost did a striptease down the aisle of the coach along to 'You Sexy Thing'.

Spent Sunday and yesterday traversing the country to go to the wedding of a colleague (ugh. Hate that word), where I only really knew her. Apart from the Israeli dancing, was more bored than virtually ever before by the whole affair. I'm vowing never to go to a wedding alone ever again - it's just depressing. Jamie was invited, but the charge of potential weirdness was valid in this case. We keep getting invited to things as if we were a couple by my friends. Not useful.

So now I think I'll nip across the road to buy blutack, coat hangers, candles and a new plant to replace the one that finally died while I was in Spain.

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