All I Needed For Another Day

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

I went to work again today. That's two days in a row. 

It shows how much the world has changed that I felt quite put out about this. 

I remember thinking back in February, that I was going to see if I could get Smock to let me work from home one day a week (right after we moved to Paraparaumu). 

And now I'm like all, "Huh. Two days at work. That's rubbish. I'm exhausted."

I passed the time on the train reading tweets from Alison Moyet. Caro put me on to this*. 

"She's hilarious," said Caro. 

It turns out she is. Here are some examples:

I look at my old man and he is a thing of elegant beauty. I think I really should make more of an effort. From now on I pledge to ensure my clothes are not inside-out at the absolute very least.

I am a feminist but I’m not blind to the failings of this movement.
‘Burn your bra’ for example was no doubt thought up by a right ripe arsehole with an AA cup and an adversion to competitive netball.

Forgive me, but I feel compelled to speak out. 
Hubby. 
I hate that word. 
In every possible sphincter-twitching way you can hate a word, I hate it.

People who guff ‘When you resort to swearing it tells me all I need to know’ are lofty c***s.With no academic ambition.

What’s with these young fella bands routinely cupping their knackers in a dance routine? Can’t management steer them towards a sturdy under-pant? 

As me ol’ dad used to say. 
Crack a smile. 
Give your arse a rest.

My mum used to correct my spelling and grammar so regularly that when she went back to France with my dad, I’d include a red-biro in my letters to her. True story.

I hope you enjoyed those as much as I did. And now I am going to bed early. 

TWO WHOLE DAYS. IN A ROW.

S.

* But the Princess knew all about it as well. And the question is HOW? Do they go around following Andrew Ridgely, Howard Jones and Cyndi Lauper to see how funny they are?