The Most Composed Girl in Canary Wharf

Ooh la la. I am just back from "the meeting". It was scheduled for 12.10 but was requested to be pushed forward to 11.40. I managed 11.57.

Wardrobe Summary: black faux snakeskin stacked round toe pumps with toe cleavage, sheer hold ups, spray painted on burnt red suit tailored to within an inch of it's life, black knit top, black fendi spy bag left over from yesterday's outfit. Make Up: beige eyes with black liquid liner, biggish lashes, orgasm cheeks, belle du jour lips topped with blow my mind gloss.

It wasn't as emotionally brutal as I thought it would be. Did I return the kiss on the lovely lips? No! Would I give a proper, soul changing cuddle? Hell No! Did I agree to email, keep in touch and catch up when he's back? Of course, how could I not? This person has been more important to me than actually breathing... I can't not speak to him or not ever see him again. I do have a little bit of my heart left over from when my insides were dug out with that rusty spoon (see yesterday's entry).

Was it weird seeing him again? Kinda. Do I think he's a pig? I wouldn't have chosen that word. Perhaps "brute" would have been a little more in line with my thinking. But, in the nicest way possible, a little bit, yes. Not quite as cute as the lovely piglets we were playing with at the farm a few weeks back, but yes, a little piggish all the same.

Meanwhile, what is it with men and staring? I know I'm wearing a red suit today but I've noticed lately lots of boys feeling free to look at me. Who do they think they are? Did I give them permission to look at me? No! It makes me feel nauseous. It also gives me an almost irrepressible urge to whack them over the head with my handbag. I carry a lot with me at all times so it would be quite a wallop. Do you think I would get in trouble if I did that?

So I walked to Itsu this afternoon with Sami. She looked after me a little, made me more self conscious about my red suit and regaled me with stories of her cat's blood bath over the weekend involving the largest mice Surrey has to offer. I hope they don't have mice in Battersea. As soon as I move I'm planning on rescuing a kitten from the shelter... Hopefully said pet won't feel the urge to go travelling in South America for four months and callously leave me with barely a moment's notice.

xxx