I never have thought of myself as the kind of person with manila folders, powersuits and *coughgasp* a clipboard. even tho I regularly do buy clipboards on behalf of the mother. So it was a radical new experience to turn up for clinic in a pinstriped shirt and sensible black shoes, dress pants and toting aforementioned manila folders and clipboards. Besides me not really knowing what I was doing (a not uncommon experience) it was weird to have that veneer of respectability. Oddniks all in all.
I really do think that I need a break from being busy. Disappear for a week and not do anything. Now that I can’t go down to New zealand, maybe I should get me to a retreat or somthing. Some holistic chalet in the middle of nowhere where all I have to do is cook in an enormous island kitchen, drink delicate tropical cocktails and float in a pool. Somewhere.
On a side note, I have decided that I will have a huge, cast onsite, glazed concrete benchtop for my kitchen. With a double sink and cupboards lining both sides. Sexxay.
