It's 5:30 pm on saturday afternoon and I am several largetackyplasticcups of wine down already, I seriously swear there is nothing more heavenly than spending all day by the river in Kingston drinking that said I've seriously had enough of deck-shoe wearing man sluts trying to start conversations by either asking my opinion on their salary or making ascertains like "look at that boat, minute it needs parking the woman surrenders the steering", because, actually, I happen to be a woman and oh my gosh I happen to also be able to moor, yes, boy, MOOR, a boat better than most men. But yes today was lovely I wore the most beautiful new dress it's white with a french bardot collar and large black cuffs it's stunning and I adore it and it makes me feel disgusting french and hepburn-ish. Last night was wonderful saw Becci and Harriet for more drinks and chats and actually ran into an old friend in Kingston and some lovely people from work so all round a successful night and the kind of one where you wake up the next morning with an overwhelming feeling of how perfect everything is. One low point, you know who you are, and if you're reading then I'm sure you've already realised that I meant what I've always said - you make life so difficult I can honestly say I've met few people as soul-destroying as you, it's dull, get over and start participating in life - you might actually enjoy it instead of mocking other people's very satisfying and varied lives which you have no idea about.
I'm going to take it easy this evening and not go out, I'm going to spend all evening in bed, watching old movies drinking more wine and eating enough grapes to make myself ill. Might watch inglorious bastard again. Election debates are getting tedious, particularly watching jeremy paxman's half-hearted efforts at grinding down cameron. Say what you like, I know who I'm voting for.
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