Attic fever

So here I am, cooking like the proverbial lobster, back in the attic while the teens play rock band and eat sugar. In light of this return, I realised it was also the last time I blogged. Seems the lack of sanity and random blitherings go hand in hand... So, then, what's new... Well not much by all accounts. However, I have put up shelves (with help, granted) - a descent into the world of DIY weekends and old age, clearly. My almost indestructible cat sadly proved the almost to be true. Snivel. I still wish I was a little bit thinner and a little bit taller. I am however, tanned. Which helps. Gin is a veritable life support machine, as ever was, and my friends, are as always, very fabulous.
I am still single, which irritates me far less than I thought, considering recent forays into, well, lets be polite and say "disappointments". But I do think I should probably pay more attention to that at some point soon. Someone to help with the cooking and carrying of bags, and indeed further shelves, wouldn't go amiss. Someone to hold the popcorn so I don't eat it all or throw it all down myself during bad action flicks is also, always useful.
I also continue to work incessantly, and have no idea when I'm going to slow down. Not any time soon I should think. Damnit.
So, I'm thinking of joining a walking club upon leaving the attic, which should help with the recently acquired sloth thighs, and I'm thinking about other ways to do things differently. Yoga sounds like an idea, as does regular trips to somewhere I haven't been before. More book reading, too, and more learning. More to think about.

(Beverage: H20. It's all too hot in here. Shoes: New. I fell into an outlet store and meanwhile, mountains were made.)

Random memery

Ok, after this, I think I'll have it.


What were you doing 10 years ago?

Smoking, drinking, dancing, studying and defining. It was a heady mix of madness and sadness as I shuttled between university and hospital. A demanding time.


Five snacks I enjoy in a perfect, non-weight gaining world:
5-carb city...

Cheese

Crisps

Chocolate

Cashews

Croissants



Five snacks I enjoy in the real world:

Ummm... fewer of the above. Ahem. But certainly fewer croissants.


Five things I would do if I were a billionaire:

Buy Rhi her yacht AND her castle

Buy a country house in England, an apartment in NY; and a beachfront home somewhere breath-taking and as far away from civilisation as is feasible.

Work infrequently doign something socially rewarding.

Donate to various charities.

Buy an exceptional wardrobe and hire a personal trainer to help me fit into it.



Five jobs that I have had:

Chambermaid - my least favourite position and never being role-played

Waitress - my favourite job - before I got too tired

Bookseller - my least economical job

Shop assistant at a quintessential chocolateboxville shop - bring on the chintz

Editor of a publishing company - where I became infected with tankitis



Five habits:

Picking my forehead - my least favourite trait

Lists - everything seems more manageable with a list for it

Crackberry

Cleaning on a Sunday

Hair-twirling - particularly during intense thought



Five places I have lived:

NY

Oxford

Cheltenham

Broadway

London

Not terribly cosmopolitan, but thankfully there's still time.

Though it's now time to head to bed...

Bemusings

I can't decide whether I'm unsurprised, surprised, or bemused about some previous postings of mine being recredited to someone else. Either way, I'm not entirely sure it's good writing "etiquette"...
But what can you do? Encourage oneself to write more new stuff I think. Especially as it's thankfully far less high-profile!

(Gin. Premium. Stateside. Barefooted and bitten. A diluted TG of late, it's true...)