Tuesday 30 September 2008

here comes a high

I feel awful. Chris feels worse. I like being home though. And I'm looking forward to not having to discuss my relationship (discuss, be interrogated) with strangers again. Until Thursday.

We're back in London now and something is a bit off. The weather is cold. It's raining and we're back to the left side of life. However my DVDs are rearranged, the curtains aren't drawn the way I have them and there's a lip in the duvet (I don't make the bed with a ridge, it's always flat) and the grey pillows are in the middle as opposed to the back. I have a feeling someone has been sleeping here...and reading back issues of Vogue.

My mother has referred to me as Miss Marple. I am delighted.