Glitch In Plans...

I have several small items to report today. None of them have a huge impact as stand-alone items, but they're reportable all the same.

1. The whole plan of moving to Battersea appears to require me to earn double my current income.


2. If I move to Wimbledon I can get the perfect place with storage, sunlight, privacy, vicinity to transport, the common to run in and a riding school. It also has a local Space NK that I could do my weekend shifts in.


3. Onion Ring discovered a deal where she can have pizza and 20 onion rings delivered for £9.99. It took them two hours to deliver it. She called them every fifteen minutes. She didn't enjoy it enough to make it worth the wait.


4. My life is definitely of lower quality now I'm unable to watch Trinny & Susannah, How to Look Good Naked, America's Next Top Model or Queer Eye For The Straight Guy.


5. Several groups of teenagers are loitering on my running route at night. I don't feel comfortable as I run by them and they either run alongside me or call out to me. Volume of iPod doesn't allow me to hear details of their comments. I'm sure it's not complimentary If I don't blog for a few days, please alert the authorities to my disappearance. I'm sure it means I've been mugged by said teenagers and left for dead by the river and am currently being eaten by scary giant duck-like creatures and pigeons


6. I'm in love with Goat Milk Whey. I firmly believe that taking it twice a day in warm water for a few months will make me as beautiful as Uma Thurman.


7. Having two employers (as I do - I work in a bank that uses an outsourced company for their recruitment. Technically I work for the recruitment company but have minimal communications with this actual employer) is a lot trickier than I thought it was going to be. Balancing meetings and training sessions in their offices as opposed to my bank's offices and two sets of culture and two sets of work social dates, etc, etc.


8. I've agreed to go on a "date" with a Swedish polo player. I don't know how I feel about this. He is a nice man to chat to. We're going for cocktails in a very fancy hotel that I really like. In a weird way, I'm secretly hoping he doesn't like me. I don't really feel much like dating or getting into a relationship at the minute. Once bitten twice shy, gun shy etc, etc. I think the acquisition of Pixie and Pucci will be the best option rather than a new boyf for the foreseeable future.

I am going to leave it at 8 items. Eight is a number full of brilliantly amazing good luck. Hopefully my blog will be brimming with luck as a result of my planning. I'm sure, as usual, my intense optimism has been saved for the purely impossible.

Floss xxx