Where the hell have I been?

What the hell do I think I'm playing at? Eh?

Not a single post since July? I think I'll go with the old 'never explain, never apologise' failsafe, and just get back to business toute suite. How about that?

Oh alright then: if you must know - I went on holiday, came back, had an existential crisis, as you do, stopped blogging, stopped writing, yadda, yadda, yadda, but I'm over it now, and she's back. And apparently talking about herself in the third person. Damn, don't you just hate that?

So to business – the trip up north to visit my parents was a huge success – we spent time on the beach, chilled out had nice meals etc –in short, I had a lovely time, and also managed to come away with a digital camera and an mp3 player. So I am now totally gadgeted up – I have almost everything the modern gal-about-town needs. Apart from a shoe rack. I still desperately need one of those.

With respect, I must now say that I finally get all the fuss about the mp3 players. I’m in love with mine and I now understand that they are essential to life in a similar way to water and oxygen. It’s like having the ultimate mix-tape, on your person, at all times. Genius. My only problem so far is resisting the urge to sing along and/or start dancing whilst on my commute. I’m assuming this would be looked on as a pretty serious faux pas, and have thus far managed to restrict myself to a subtle toe-tapping routine which I am sure bugs the hell out of whoever happens to be sitting next to me on the train. But I don’t care! I’m listening to Honky Tonk Woman! Get me.

In case you hadn’t guessed, I’m in a very good mood today. I had a very good weekend. And that’s all I’m saying.