All Good on The Brighton Front

I think this is going to be a brilliant weekend. Today Star Trek Girl is back from Amman for a couple of days and I'm going up to London to see her; she is one of my dearest friends and I've really missed her while she's been away - we talk on Skype most days but it's not the same.

Later we'll come back to Brighton for afternoon tea and then tonight I'm going to see Chris Addison at a comedy night (I'm not too sure who he is but he's supposed to be good) tomorrow I'm having coffee with a friend to be briefed on the lifestyle and routine of his cat Mischief who I am supervising for a couple of days next week, then I'm out for Sunday lunch and then going to see Tim Burton's Wonderland in the evening.

I've been running around like a loon this past week. Business is good and I'm procuring the moon on a stick on a regular basis. Last night I went over to an old friends house as her boyfriend was away and her son was in bed - we watched Persuasion, drank some incredible wine and had a really good catch-up. We both have very different lives but are equally as happy with the choices we've made - she had a baby whilst I chose shoes.

Talking of shoes, last week I bought a particularly cute pair of turquoise wedges (big fan of wedges; they make you taller but you can still run for a bus if you're inclined that way) I hadn't really bought new shoes for a while so yesterday I decided to go out and buy another pair. I ended up coming home with season 1 and 2 of Mad Men and a necklace.

The shoes out there were hideous; sometimes fashion goes through trends that are less than savoury and now seems to be one of those times - Gladiator sandals are surely one of the most repugnant unflattering things ever to stalk the Earth. I saw some items that were so nasty they made my eyes water. One offender was this heeled trainer, I actually recoiled when I saw them in case they touched me.

Talking of being a snob, yesterday I met a friend in his favourite cafe and they served his coffee in a dirty cup with a chipped saucer. He didn't even notice, but when she asked what she could get me and I asked for a white coffee in a clean cup, my friend gave the impression that I was being a bit demanding.

I used to run restaurants and if their cups are dirty then their kitchen is probably filthy, but when did having some standards suddenly make you high-maintenance? For some reason this sub-standard dive was his favourite cafe, but I'll not be frequenting the Inside Out on Gloucester Road again.

I will however, let you know what Wonderland was like - I so hope it's good!

Fight Apathy... Or Don't

Sigh, today has been a bit of a mixed bag. I had to work this morning and go meet a client at 9, do a wedding showround at 10.30 then hand over to one of our security so I didn't have to spend another whole day at work (this is my 6th weekend in a row) the client didn't turn up until 10.30 which meant I could have actually had a lie-in.

I then went to Superdrug to exchange an eye cream; I'd bought it a few days ago but the assistant was incompetent and had put the wrong product in the box, forcing me to make room in my day to return said item (call me old-fashioned but I prefer to imbibe caffeine, not roll it under my eyes) I then went to Sainsbury's where I only manage to navigate the store by playing Mozart loudly on my MP3 player to avoid killing someone because I suffer from stranger spacial awareness intolerance.

After heading into Costa Packet for an espresso (for the sole reason of obtaining change for the bus as nobody will give you any unless you buy something) I made my way home where I ate an entire packet of biscuits just so I could hate myself later. I then faffed around for most of the day on the Internet and started a personal diary blog about my cat Dexter as my old cat died after 14 years and I barely have a record of her, and sadly memories fade. I then read this weeks Star Magazine after which I felt dirty and ashamed of my sex.

My day picked up a bit later when my web designer called to say he had put up a holding page for my new PA business website, so that was kinda exciting. I have to make decisions on images very soon and I'm frozen with uncertainty; I'm usually very decisive but I really need to get this right and am probably (definitely) overthinking it.

Then I've just been lounging around feeling a bit left of centre... it's been a bit of a 'nothing' day in fact; nobody was around and I couldn't decide if I wanted company or not anyway, so I kinda loitered my way through it. I've decided that if I still feel apathetic or have uncontrollable rage or tearfulness tomorrow then I shall know it's PMT, in which case I'm heading into town to buy some shoes!