Doing not viewing

The Best Boy (youngest film-making son) returned from his latest shoot very tired as he had been doing nights.  This means he will be totally nocturnal for the next few days.  Actually, I can't quite cope with him at breakfast so that's fine by me.  He nicked the new home cinema for his room.  Well, we would never have worked out how to put it all together.  He tells me the Blue Ray thingy is quite amazing but the tv itself needs some more kit.  Oh right, over to you son, I have given up telly, remember. 

I finished a painting.  Want to see it?  It's not great but some of the chickens are recognisable.

Abstention

Come on Andy, come on Federer. Oh it's just too confusing. So much for less tv watching. I have become a total square eyed sloth over the past few days. I might have to impose a complete ban of all tv watching next week. I wonder if I can. It would be so good for me.

Foreign parts

I am so fed up with Mr Smith's constant golf tours I have booked a jolly holiday for me. I am going to the Caribbean in November. So we are back to competitive holidaying once more. It is a working holiday; I will be working on my tan. I have decided something exciting each month is the only way to keep me happy. In September we get our new seaside pad which I then have to redecorate and then move into at the end of October. Then I can enjoy my November treat followed by Christmas. Oh it's just lovely being me.

Life as we know it

Today I had one of those "Today is the start of the rest of your life" moments. So I bounded out of bed, went swimming, walked the dog, made cupcakes - well one needs to be prepared for the rest of ones life - then tried hard not to eat cupcakes - did a spot of work, did a spot of housework, did a spot of paid work then the Lovely Claudia came round and the day deteriorated into Pimms in one hand, cupcake in the other and sod this rest of life thing; let's die happy.

A bigger picture

Our dog has suddenly decided to radically change his behaviour. What is this about? Overnight he has decided he hates carrots. He was a real little carrot muncher until Monday. Carrots are good for his teeth and aid digestion as well as being less fattening than biscuits. Anyway, he looked at me with his "I am not a rabbit, you stupid woman" look then, in the night, pooed on the kitchen floor. This is the end! Mr Smith won't eat carrots either - gosh I hope he doesn't poo on the floor. The dog is now curled up at the end of our bed all sweet and snuffly on his little rug and I can't hate him but I am expecting better behaviour.

Yesterday an enormous television arrived. Think big then think bigger. It came with surround sound for one's whole Home Cinema experience. Sadly the Apprentice son is in France so it will just have to stay in its enormous box until he comes home and puts it together. I bought it at a charity auction for an amazingly low price which I thought was below the reserve but they obviously didn't mind too much and I have an incredible bargain. After about an hour of wondering what on earth I am going to do with this giant monster a man came to take it away. How odd. I refused. I want my bargain telly ... even if it is at least 20 inches bigger than feels comfortable.

Finished a Painting - Yipee

What do you mean, you've seen it before?  Not this actual one you haven't though I must admit to having painted it once or twice or seven times before. 

It's clean, that's it.

That's the housework done for the next six months. Mr Smith is home. Did he notice the tidiness of our abode, the gleaming kitchen, the sparkling dog, the glistening silver, the preened carpets, the crisp flat ironing, the perfectly arranged flowers on the buffed and polished tables? What do you think? He really only noticed a wife about to expire from exhaustion. No you can't have dinner as I don't want to mess up the kitchen. Maybe I ought to consider getting a cleaner.