Wednesday 23 September 2009

Me time

The definition seems to be grooming one's self, if you read the glossy magazines that is. And God knows my hair, nails, and pedicure could do with some attention. My hair seems to live like a giant bush of frizz since living by the sea -apparantly some kind of sea salt affliction.

However short of me time I am, and I do seem to be desperately short it is the sitting and thinking time I want. I am desperate to spend a morning sitting in the cafe, with a paper (Wednesday Guardian today - my fave), writing a few notes and just being.

So you know what - that is exactly what I intend to do this morning. Sod the washing, sod the spiders lurking in corners of the house, and sod the bleeding cooking.

See you there.

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