Hungry

Hmm, tis nearly lunchtime and my stomach is growling like a disturbed Rottweiler.

I need to pop into town and buy some nail polish and possibly a nice quiche lorraine or similar for the inlaws that I can pretend I created with my own fair hands. Terrible, shopping when you are hungry. I better eat my sandwich before I go or else I will fill the trolley with a load of stuff I don't need.

I am so so good. I got up early this morning, (for me anyway) and gave the table its final coat of brown liquidy stuff to protect it against the weather. I am soooo so good. I also did a lot of housework last night, but finally stopped to watch the latest Ugly Betty which I had recorded, and read some of my book. Without Nick I can revel in the wanton pleasures of telly that I like, and can read in peace and quiet without being excused of being boring and old. I AM boring and old, he just doesn't know it yet.

OK well lunch awaits, as does M&S.