Well actually its a bit of a fib. I have finished off tonnes of odds and ends in the house, tidied the crap off the kitchen table, cleared the studio of unecessary boxes - why am I telling you this? I then had layouts to primp and preen for this weekends retreat plus make a fimo thingy and a keyring thingy (which doubles as an afternoon dare with some of the gals down the pad). I did more odds and ends, surfed a bit, re-arranged appointments, had a cry (whats new there?), chatted with Ellie-pie, Mum, Annie, Sarah (its great to chat after such a long stint away and the good news is "She is Preggo" and I am the special auntie who makes random visist for baby squidges - even at 3am), Mark and Neets. Had a fish supper all on my lonesome, 2 cups of tea, 1 galaxy bar and a partridge in a pear tree. Ta-daaaaaaaaa!
Im away first thing in the morgen spitz-borgen up to Lockerbie Manor where I shall attend the Luxurious Angel retreat in my ball gown and tiara (4 poster beds you know - now they could do with a bit of altering , right?) Ill be offline for 3 days whilst I pretend to teach but secretly sip vodka under the lectern and have midnight feast in my shocking pink pidgies.
So, NTR right?