My Table (with apologies to Tracy Emin's bed)

Yes, it's an emergency blip.  And what does it tell you about me?

 Well, firstly - G has been at it again; despite an earlier telephone conversation in which I said I would go shopping on the way home, and there was no need for him to buy any food, he has been to Lidl. 

When I go to Lidl it is okay, because I only buy sensible things that we need, and do not already have.  When G goes to Lidl he buys rubbish, that we already have or do not need.  Hence the blinkin' oranges - giant size oranges, that is - which we did not need because there were already some in the fridge, and I bought Satsumas on the way home. 

The table also tells you that, despite the fact I have been stuck behind a PC all day at work (which was stressful today, as the system kept crashing or hanging, until I wanted to re-boot it in a very literal way), one of the first things I now do on getting home is to switch on the laptop to connect with Blip and the world at large!  However, due to the dreadful system performance, I had a little while to speak to a (very rare) male work colleague, who confided that he had just been unexpectedly dumped by his girlfriend.  :(

Sandwiched between laptop and oranges, is the aspirational Boden catalogue, which they continue to send me ever since I stupidly bought a skirt from them 3 years ago!  I should just put it straight in the recycling bin, as I will never again pay £50 for a badly made skirt, but I do like to look at the pictures ......

My table also displays my wee Nokia, on which I read a text from the lovely dochter mine about a friend of hers who has discovered that her husband is a cheating scumbag, who has been doing the dirty with one of her 'friends' for the last 3 years.  Ach!  Isn't adultery sickening, and such a cheap cliché?  And aren't women who sleep with the husband of a friend the most repulsive life-form on the planet? 

Come on - it's hard enough being a working women, running a home and looking after husband and children, without your 'sister' stabbing you in the back, and trying to steal your man.

My table also tells you that I read the National, and underneath today's copy is the Sunday Herald which I have not yet read, and the Sunday Observer - ditto.  All unread because I had the grandkids on Sunday/Monday, so no time for papers. And this morning, although I could have slept until the alarm went off at 6am, I woke at 4.30 because I dreamt that I heard one of them crying in the next room, and I couldn't get back to sleep 'cos I missed them!

Not on the table - any food.  Because after work tonight I went straight to Bridge of Earn for the monthly branch meeting of my SNP group.  Where we had a lively and interesting discussion around some of the topics which were on the Agenda of our recent Conference, and about what we are all going to be doing in the run-up to the General Election.

Lastly, my table still shows no table cloth, as I have completely failed to find a round table-cloth that I like.  Why are there no nice round table-cloths?  If I wanted some minging plastic version, in beige, I'd be okay.  But I want something nice with a bit of yellow to match my kitchen walls, and I'm not having any luck at all!

So, my story is laid out in fruit and other assorted crap on my kitchen table.  G has now gone to bed. Rocky is displaying all the behaviour I associate with one of his imminent bouts of horrible colitis, and I'm having a glass of wine and a packet of crisps as tea! 

Goodnight world; here's to tomorrow!