Ya like dags?

Never, ever, employ yourself. I am a nightmare to work with. I honestly didn't think finding a set would be this difficult, but lovely and big as my garden is it's just not all that exciting and the one place I do want to do it is owned by someone who seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth and thus I can't ask their permission. It's very tempting to ask the people at Penny Hill Park, after all there are only three of us and we'll be very discreet, but for some reason I still feel really self-conscious about the whole thing with regards to the fact that it's going to be all big hair and dark make-up and short skirts and sequinned knickers - possibly not the look the most famous spa in Britain is going for. Class darling, class. In addition to all this I need to think about registering with the Companies House and drawing up all my silly articles of association etc etc. Plus the fact that all of the clothes I have at the moment are quite small (I do have a couple of other friends who could but with bigger chests than mine, a lot of the dresses were made for children and therefore definitely won't, um, accomodate, them.) Which all means that I won't even be able to direct it or have a look at the photos whilst they're being taken. My parents probably won't appreciate their daughter running around in her scanties either so I need to get them out of the house if we do it at home. I just can't believe that such an amateur, informal photoshoot could be so complicated - ffs it's three girls and a pretty standard sony digital camera. angst.

Had a phonecall for an interview this morning but I can't remember what job it is so I'm a little bit reluctant to phone back because I genuinely can't remember which job she's referring to. Blabbering on about my microsoft excel skills is probably a safe bet.