Morning!

Well, just about morning. By the string of a thread....

The likelyhood of me leaving the pit at a decent hour these days is probably as way out as Mike Strutter getting an M.B.E. from her royal highness. Which reminds me, what a wonderful title! Your "highness". Mmmm. Maybe I could go all diva with a little recognition and a lot more cash.... Well, I did find myself defending someone for insisting on a minimum thread count for their pillows the other day - well how could I go all highground when I'm on the silk every night?

Watch it Mariah! :-)

SO! Another day is upon us. Got some crappy work to do this avo, as my smelly calender thing that I just set up keeps reminding me with a stupid plastic bell and a box in my face. GGGRRRRRR that will not last a week. I lost my diary. My paper diary I mean. That old fashioned thing that you have paper in and have to use a pen on? Well, I don't get NUFFINK done if I don't look in that so I'm all lost now and have an excuse for a little while if I mess everything up. Well, kind of.

I'm off to the Lakes this weekend for a quick break so I'm trying to get loads and loads done before I go as next week is studio week and I'll have to get my head down. I'm surrounded by bloody lists and all I really want to do is sit on the wall with a glass of JD and annoy the neighbours for a bit before going back to bed. You know, be really productive....

Ah bums, duty calls so loudly it's piercing my ears. I'm off to that shop that sells stickers in Queesway. Happy days...........

XXXX