Monday Blues and the Imminent Pixie and Pucci

I hate Mondays. Increasingly I find myself getting wound up on Sunday afternoons because I know it's on it's way. I was yawning by the time I got here this morning at 08.30. By ten I was looking for a caffeine hit. Now I'm deeply ensconced in ways to avoid eating any lunch whilst still finding that comfort hit to get me through till the end of the day. Monday wardrobes are usually dark affairs. Today it's a black suede pair of peep toe sling back pumps, black opaque tights, charcoal high waisted skirt, black top with loopy trim on the neckline and sleeves. Make Up: Nars Emotional Rescue palette.

Today is even worse than most Mondays. Onion Ring is causing me to have a nervous breakdown. Living with a self obsessed, depressed alcoholic is too much for even the strongest to bear. I am not going so well. She spent the weekend telling S how he should be tiling (didn't realise she had been to trade school in between joining the air force and doing her law degree) and watching the worst abc1 and para-comedy have to offer at very high volumes. If I hear one more line from Frasier or King of Queens I will need to move to another country where they don't speak English.

So my new plans are to not live with people anymore. I am going to find myself a teensy, tiny garden flat near the tranquility of Battersea Park. I am going to immediately acquire my kitten and my puppy from the shelter and they will be my new best friends and keep me company forever and give me loads of cuddles. I will call my kitten Pixie and my puppy Pucci. Both will need to be v small so all three of us can happily live in my tiny new living space with all my make up and shoes. I think I will have to use the kitchen for storage rather than actual cooking. I can't stand cooking for one anyways - so no biggie. Just another excuse for me to hit the sushi bar at Nobu a couple of times a week for my fave yellow tail with jalapeno. Yuuummmmm.

The photos are being taken of my flat on Wednesday morning so that it can go on all the real estate websites, etc. Fingers crossed someone desperately wants to snaffle it up quickly and I can have a peaceful Christmas in my new abode rather than fending off Onion Ring and her evil chardonnay stench. Seeing as I'm working Christmas Eve I am an orphan again this year. It looks like I have found a women's shelter to volunteer at for the day. I'm super looking forward to that. It should be really good fun. I used to volunteer at a homeless shelter one morning a week back in Sydney. They were such a lovely group of men and I've never been proposed to so much in my life!!!

xxx