Happy Friday!

Morning campers! It’s Friday – feel the joy. As previously reported, I am moving (another reason for joy, joy, joy), and will soon be free from the evil clutches of my evil housemates, Tall One and Short One. So, all week, I’ve been showing prospective tenants round my room and lying through my teeth about what a lovely, relaxed household it is….The flat itself is actually really nice – very spacious and has a little garden out the back (gardens being like gold dust in London), and it is very close to the tube, but none of that can make up for the fact that Tall One and Short One are in fact, clinically insane and make sane people’s lives a misery as a matter of course.

I have to find a tenant for my room before I can move out, so I’ve been in a frenzy of cleaning, and, using the knowledge I have gleaned from all those annoying yet addictive property shows, have been ‘dressing’ the flat when people come to view it: fresh flowers in the living room, scented candles, no clutter – I’ve even gone as far as to have a fresh pot of coffee on the go, but I draw the line at baking bread. There’s been a fair bit of interest, which is very comforting, and I am beginning to see a light at the end of the tunnel.

So to tonight, and the date. Yes, the very posh guy I met in Gerry’s called last night and offered me three options for the location of tonight’s date. I chose door number 2, which is near where I work. I didn’t really think it through though. This meant I had to get my date outfit together this morning and bring it in a carrier bag. Which made me at least 30 mins late for work, and caused a bit of a wardrobe meltdown. Why are all my good clothes in the wash? Why do I have tons of clothes that don’t seem to suit me? (And why am I only realising this now?) How come I didn’t get my favourite heels fixed 2 weeks ago, when they actually broke? And so on. So, I’ve brought along a black top, a green top, a pair of silver heels and my advanced make up bag (as opposed to my regular make-up bag). However, I’m still planning to nip to the shops at lunchtime ‘just in case’ I spot the outfit… But as all women know, the actual chances of finding an outfit at short notice on Oxford St during your lunch hour are slim to none. I'm going to try anyway - wish me luck.