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.