Breathe in, breathe out

Hey, many thanks to 'Keith' for the guest post. I shan't bother to refute the lies, but I will say I had no idea pampas grass was so filthy.

In other news, I seem to be over my extreme stress bunny moment from Friday. Might be due in part to the fact that I had a really good weekend, and also because I have adopted a new mantra for work: 'no-one's life is at stake'. Because it is true. If I don't make that deadline, the worst that can happen is a prolonged period of whingeing from the kinds of people who whinge even when things are going their way. So, must continue to adopt zen-like approach to the working day and all the trials and tribulations therein. Let's see how long that lasts.

It will be tricky as I am also trying to be zen about the possible impending house move. Yes, you heard me right - I may have to move AGAIN. Why does this keep happening to me? For anyone following my many moves across London (and gosh, they've all been such fun, and not stressful in the least) - this would be number Nine. NINE. 9. I just moved into this place in May, but the imbecile landlord just called the other day to inform us he is putting the place on the market. If he had mentioned this when we were moving in, we wouldn't have taken the place - I specifically requested a long-term let. What is it with landlords? Before you sign up to be a landlord, or landlady, do you have to sign some sort of legal statement to confirm you are a complete twat? See? The zen thing is going to be a challenge...