Chairdancing to Erasure.
Sitting in the garden with my friend drinking wine, smoking too many fags and crying.
Sitting in the garden with my friend drinking wine, smoking too many fags and crying.
I was so looking forward to my bed last night. I couldn't stay up past quarter to eleven, feel into a deep, deep sleep by eleven - only to be woken up by the 10 yr old standing next to my bed saying he'd had (yet a-fucking-nother) bad dream. I got him back into bed, fell into another deep sleep only to be woken at 11.45 by the black cat (who'd been hiding under my bed) coming out and throwing up ALL OVER the bedroom. Why the fuck can't cats just be sick in one place and leave it at that? Fucking drama queens. It stank - must've been rabbit or something - but I was exhausted so I just reached over, got my perfume and sprayed it round my head a bit and tried to go back to sleep An hour later the 10 yr old was back in the bedroom with me shouting, 'Don't stand in the puke!!.' I told him to get into my bed because I was just utterly fucked and that was it - the next 7 hrs were made up of him wriggling, twitching, farting and snoring. I thought mr madz was back. So, today I am as moody as hell and am not friends with either the cats or the children.Similar morning to me then madz
I'm hoping the day stays fine. The daughter is getting her first paid photography work off my mate who wants her to do a flyer for his next gig, so we're off out around Wigan for suitable locations.
I'm taking the little digicam so I can take portraits of the artist at work (ie, piss her right off by fucking about)