GODDESS YES, DOMESTIC,
NO.

Well well well. Kiria.
Kiria Kiria Kiria. Dominoes man. Funny how shit comes in bundles sometimes. No
sooner do I open my trap about coming back smiling is it that I have
YET ANOTHER DAMN ACCIDENT!

  Just before applying my last dash of
gloss and hitting the road for an important meeting at suave old Home House this
morning, I had a last minute fit of tidying (Yes - tidying. It has been known
thank you TAYLOR!
....;-)) which was obviously a very
bad move!

I have been SUCH a good girl recently.
Looking after the insides. I've been on a kind of detox, well - for me.. and I 'aint
no Carol Vorderman. Eating well, no alcohol or nights out, just generally laying low and working really hard on songwriting. To complement this
my nephew Kerin and I went on a major mission to restore law and order in the
house which so often resembles Portobello Market on a Friday morning. (Polite
description I know, TAYLOR!)

 

 

 This morning I
thought I'd carry on the good work by carrying a big fresh pile of clothes I had
washed and folded downstairs. Getting three steps from the bottom was all well
and good before I slipped and crumbled into a heap as messy as the clothes again
were. Bashing my lower back on the way down, I lay in a whimpering heap until
next thing I knew was being surrounded by uniforms.

It could have been worse. They weren't the
black and white handcuff waving type, they were in fact Lovely and soon picked
me up and sorted me out. Typing is easy. I just sit up straight and face the
screen because that is about the limit of movement this injury allows just yet.

I wish I had a catwalk job coming up as I do
a wicked elegant, slightly robotic PO faced look in this state.

 

SOOOOooooo. Onwards and
upwards. Early to bed for me, I'm sure I'll be right as rain on the morrow.

Let me let me let me SLEEP!

Worth a photo was
surely the look of horror on my exquisitely dressed sidekick who happened to
come by to see what stalled our meeting, only to walk in on four Paramedics and
a little row of police standing outside.

Ooooh the glamour!

I start again next week. Lay
low. Highbury on Saturday, bed Sunday, cotton wool clothing 'til the gig next
weekend, I'll be fine and dandy.

AND NO MORE DOMESTICS, IT
NEVER SUITED ME!

 

Crikey, the commentary on
the Liverpool game is a little off putting. He is persistently banging on about
penetration.

 

Night again, thanks for your
mail.

XxXxXxXx

I start again next week. Lay low. Highbury
on Satur