I know the danger of blogging when emotions are running a little high but I can’t go to bed because my hair is wet because I’ve just taken a shower because I just got home at half past twelve because I had a movie screening and I almost never blowdry my own hair because I cannot be bothered and going to the hairdresser’s does not count because someone else does it for me.
Therefore I will blog, because I haven’t done so in a few days and because writing is the best way to let off steam quietly even though I don’t actually talk about what’s bugging the hell out of me.
What’s not bugging me is:
a) We re-decorated our office today because we have a very important guest coming from Spain tomorrow. By re-decorated I mean we put up movie posters to conceal ugly blu-tack patches from past decorating attempts.
b) I have to look at least marginally professional for the next three days because of said important guest.
c) The Potatoes are also discouraged from shouting at each other across the room or worse, at people in another room, from swearing, and from singing at the tops of our voices.
Of the three, I have no idea how we’re going to manage item c).
On a side note, Will Smith is a legend. Love the guy.
1.20am. I really should go to sleep. I would actually like to get into work on time tomorrow.
See, I told you writing works.
