Afternoon all. Sorry if I have been conspicuous in my absence, but between work and Teh Sick there just hasn’t been much time. Yesterday, I managed to cram 15 hours of work into 10, just so I could get out of the office by 7pm. If I hadn’t had those stupid documents to draft, I wouldn’t have gone into work at all. As it was, I decided that out of all the things I had to do yesterday, getting properly dressed for work wasn’t going to be one of them, so I went to work in tracksuit pants and a sweatshirt, complete with sport shoes (sneakers, whatever the hell they’re called) - a great look for a lawyer, huh? My boss didn’t turn up until 1pm anyway, and when he did, he just said, “Wow, you look like crap. No wonder you didn’t bother getting dressed. I bet you feel even worse!” Thank you very much!
Haze, I don’t care who made that bathrobe. It’s nylon and nobody under the age of 60 should be caught dead in it!
rigs, nice do! My hairstylist deliberately doesn’t make my hair all fancy-schmancy at the salon, because she wants me to see how it will be normally, so I don’t suffer buyer’s remorse the next time I wash it!
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Okay, now that my morning off work has been filled with making exciting dinners for HRH for the week (pureed carrot, sweet potato, leek, potato and squash with minced lamb and cubed carrots and potatoes) followed by making cheesy meatballs with a lemon sour cream-mayonnaise dip, I think a soak in the bathtub is in order! Maybe this evening, I will make sausage and capsicum (aka red pepper) quiche. YUM!


Eh, not as granny as the haze one.
Except for the zipper part. I have an aversion to robes with zippers, for some reason.
so, I’m, uh, mad all the time?