Friday, 11 January 2019


This week has been ridiculous. Out of the relative freedom of lounging around eating Quality Street, into a tediously quiet short week after the Festering Season, to...

...the first full week back; when everyone suddenly remembers they were supposed to do shitloads before Xmas, and didn't, so it all comes flooding in at once (for "urgent attention" - as if) to moi to plough through!

And all the while, internally, I scream.

Never mind, eh? The weekend is finally upon us, and we need to somehow try and squeeze into that peach slacks'n'boob-tube-with-matching-kimono number - just like the faboo former backing vocalist for Donna Summer, Miss Patti Brooks and her boys of Arpeggio. Thank Disco It's Friday!

Have a sparkly one, dears.


  1. The world would be a better place if Soul Train was still around.

    1. In the UK, we mourn the demise of Top of the Pops for similar reasons. Minus the groping DJ presenters, of course. Jx

  2. I already feel like Christmas was ages ago. Surely it should be summer already? At least it is getting noticeably lighter in the evening here in the west.

    1. And in the mornings, too - next week, the sun starts to rise before 8am (whoo-hoo!). Soon be Spring, dear. Jx


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