Postcard from 'home'

Haven't posted for a few days as have been confined to my bed with a tummy thing. Finally dragged myself out of the house and back to Berkshire. To the dentist. And a bonus evening to see grandparents, uncle, mother and sister. Father is in China and the other sister is currently at a beach party. Only the happy party got rather delayed by a flash flood somewhere near Leatherhead on the way home from a funeral. So, Annie and I did what any self respecting, somewhat abandoned siblings would at such a time. We headed for the retail park. No, I can't believe it either. We tried on hideous things in New Look, including some beautiful patent leather platform shoes; in a magazine, looked ok - on my feet, like a stripper. And then to Tesco. Where I actually found a black v-neck which I will be able to wear to work. For £10. I don't usually like to support supermarkets, but given my current financial crisis and need for work clothes, I was in no position to refuse.

Have spent the past few days watching Sex and the City, series 4, 5 and most of 6. I'd forgotten my old friends Carrie, Charlotte et al. It was like a reunion. And speaking of old friends I actually know, took calls from both H and S whilst residing au lit. Was lovely to hear from both of them and I am looking forward to meeting up. Also spent some time writing something about size zero models and the contents of Vogue. Two separate articles, you understand, although I suppose I could equally combine them. Sadly, both are on my laptop in Primrose Hill and I am here in Berkshire. So I will have to finish them another time.