spring! kind of…
And as quickly as it arrived, it bogged off. A few more days of snow and sofa would have been nice although I could have done without the eye-wateringly cold winds, and it means I can now go for a run without paddling ankle deep through freezing cold brown sludge or skidding about on the ice, which will be a blessed relief.
The semi-enforced (by me) house arrest has been very enjoyable and also productive in that we finally have a handful of new pictures – yay! I will just say that if it looks cold it’s because it was, despite a fan heater going full blast and some extra bolstering from a tentatively knocked together bread and butter pudding made out of a couple of hot cross buns I forgot about before they went stale beyond the still-OK-to-toast stage; I wish I could have a brainwave like that every day, even if it did mean I’d weigh twenty five stone. Hopefully the presence of tasteful lighting and lovely lingerie will do something to balance out the twat-in-a-jumper look that I feel duty bound to document, since it’s far more usual even if I do scrub up OK when the need arises. As for the hair, I’d just been swimming and I don’t own a brush. If I did, I daresay it would be in there somewhere and if I’ve forgotten one, I’m sure somebody will find it sooner or later.
All is therefore back on track and this week sees a couple of days at home before heading back to Pimlico for the first time in a few months; to anybody hoping to pop along (and please do; it’ll be very nice and the place is expensive so the more hot water we can all get through the better), do be aware that I will be travelling even lighter than usual since I have a trip planned on Saturday morning and therefore any complicated clothing requests are singularly unlikely to be doable – sorry! The Heathrow Express beckons and not before time – I’m long overdue a break and whilst the timing could possibly have been better (I’m not looking forward to the clocks going forward the weekend after, but then I doubt anybody does) it’s all sorted and I will be back in business here provisionally on the Wednesday if I’m not too knackered, and the Thursday if I am. The phone will be on on Wednesday morning either way.
A word or two about notice since I was maybe a little too subtle last time – please try to give me some! I lost count of the people who missed out this last week because they were operating on the premise that I must just be sitting in my work flat fully made up and in work clothing twenty four hours a day – what else could I possibly be doing, after all? – when I was either at home and nowhere near it, at the gym, in Lidl or whatever. I don’t think there was a single booking amongst them I couldn’t have done given a bit of warning – I realise I’m preaching to the choir to some degree since most of the culprits don’t read the ads, let alone the blog (and the sooner the advent of affordable Robo Prossies without the inconvenience of real lives is available to those people the better it will be for all of us), but it just means that everybody misses out and there’s no need! If you can’t call right away, text is fine provided it’s polite and specific, so not ‘u workin darl’ (darl, for fucks sake) but maybe ‘hi Amy, are you free for a half hour incall around 2 today?’ You know, that sort of thing.
Anyway, it’s time to get ready for the new week and fingers crossed it’ll be a good one! Song Of The Week was a bit preplanned to go with the weather, and a lovely jangly personal favourite first referenced on the blog way back in 2010 here. Not much changes, by the look of things…
More soon! To Scarborough, it’s Monday and Tuesday this week and to the good folk of Pimlico, I’ll see you Wednesday. Well, some of you.
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