Domestic Goddess?

I very nearly almost frightened myself to death today. I made the dentist, and as I was in St John's Wood, decided to go and buy some new cushion covers for my living room. On leaving the store, said items in hand, I realised how perversely un "rock and roll" I was behaving. when do I EVER go and make a point of doing jobs like that?? Just as I sloped home feeling decidedly old and useless, I got in, ripped the packaging and tags off, binned em along with my receipt that now lies RIP under some rasberry jam and sloppy mashed potatoes, realised that I had guessed the sizes and they are all completely wrong. They now look pretty darn shit like before and I bizarrely feel somewhat relieved. Forget the rescue party, real domesticity ain't gonna happen in the Kiria house just yet.

I miss my cat. I miss Lulu every single day and it aint really getting any better so I think I want to move. I've decided to give London - well, England, one last year to come up with the goods or I'm off. HAhahaha, she says, putting the owness on something else to make everything alright.... Anywhere, one of my favourite Musical and weather happy possibilities is the land of Oz, and here's a little snap I just got of me at the BFI with Lovely New Zealand film Director David Blyth. (Ed! OOPS - excuse my spelling mistake, Blyth minus the E!) Back later darlinks....XXXX