I had a big fat disappointment over the weekend which I am surprised I mind about ... but I do. However, thanks to my family who are so brilliant sometimes, I feel far cheerier now. I came back from walking the dog and sat down in front of a soppy film starring Hugh Grant with very girly hair. I found a box of Turkish Delight that I ate until my jaw ached. The film made me cry. In the evening the Apprentice and Mr Smith cooked me dinner with no moaning, well not much, and I felt undeserving of their kindness.
I have a painting on the go but somehow my heart is no longer in it. I will scribble all over it and think of it as a cathartic exercise.
This is working week. I have work every day except Wednesday when I am meeting my mother-in-law and sister-in-law at the Royal Academy for a bit o'culture. Today I have an hour with the government which sounds frightfully grand but I can assure you isn't. However, I will be paid and it's probably about time I did a spot of lucrative employment. Mr Smith is rubbing his hands together - must be cold, poor dear.
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