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I'm still happy about the GBBO and this week Paul and Mary are going to show us how things should be done, including the troublesome fondant fancies. I have new boots. Two pairs in fact, presents both. One pair at least are comfortable, the others have yet to be explored. I have books too - Miranda's book to read, a Val McDermid and Paul O'Grady autobiography. This isn't all shopping, some have been borrowed, some are old. I have my kindle and am reading a marvellous story recommended by Laura - The Roses of Picardy, set in WW1 and using characters from War Horse. It's lovely. I had my hair cut and it's actually doing what it should be and not looking evil. My tickets for train and theatre for next week (Our Boys) have arrived and are sitting there waiting for me with happiness. Someone found me a link where I can by All About Eve! perfume, that has been discontinued in the UK and I ordered some today.



I am increasingly apathetic. I hate work and feel sick whenever I think about it. I have more work than it is possible to do (as does everyone). If I had no new tasks, no new people to see and no new reports I could probably get everything done within 5 weeks. Unfortunately evryday the to do list gets more added than achieved and I feel sick at the thought of working like this, with this client group for the rest of my life. When I don't have work or a specific task to do it is impossible to motivate myself -ie today is Sunday and with the exception of cleaning the bathroom and kitchen, I have done nothing all day but potter and read fic. My sister in law is about to have a major operation (tummy tuck/breast reconstruction after her masectomy), this in itself is very much of the good. But it's going to leave her incapacitated for some time afterwards. Mum has already volunteered to help, which is also of the good, it's great to see her motivated to look after someone and be purposeful. But, they live a fair way away - a good 30minute round drive in rush hour traffic and I'm the only way Mum can get there - which means I'll be adding an hour to either end of my, already 9-10hour working day. I know that makes me selfish, but hey ho, there it is.
I'm trying to train my cats not to pee indoors. long history: poorly incontinent cat necessitated indoor peeing facility for her. Other cats all thought "yay Indoor loo!" and I am now trying to wean them out of the habit. This has entailed the creation of a giant tower of obstacles preventing them accessing the wee spot and thankfully, genuinely few mishaps. One doormat poo and one misplaced wee. In 10 days this is quite good. Until this morning. This morning I woke up to a puddle of wee, three poos and three piles of cat unwellness. I can't tell if they all rebelled at once, or one cat is a bit poorly. Hmm.


I have also grown, over the last few weeks to hate the colour of every single one of my walls. I have no desired colour springing up in my mind, just a generous hatred of every tone and shade. Most loathed are the bathroom (dark blue) and the front room (shades of green). I might paint everything pink. I probably won't.