bit fishy

Bliss as I finally have a minute to think and a chance to rest my weary feet.

So, with Monday came the shocking news that I was going to a work do on Thursday night. I can now reveal that it was because our Chairman was collecting a special prize at the Music Week Awards, so me complaining about having to go or having nothing to wear wasn’t really on. He’s 100% behind his staff, he’s a top man and he employs me. I had to show some support.

Shoe shopping on Tuesday followed naturally. I did it all for him in the first instance. Honest. It was a totally clichéd shopping trip with staff being snooty to me at Prada and with me avoiding anything without a price tag, or that was chained to the shelf. Naturally I found THE shoes in the last shop that I went into. This was, of course, also the first shop that I went into and of course I cut it fine with only 5 minutes of shopping time left at the point of purchase. I had to admire the plucky sales girl who tried to get me to buy a matching handbag, even though I had holes in both socks, shockingly bad feet and was openly hysterical that I was actually buying them in the first place. I was on a bit of a role by then and managed to find Mammy a birthday present in the final 5 minutes of open shops, a lovely pair of white leather gloves – very jazzy, and a big hit with the lady herself, not an easy task. Tuesday came to a natural conclusion with pancakes at Susan Sontag’s and the unlikely event of me painting my toe nails purple and then giving them a layer of glitter, again c/o Susan. I also made the shocking discovery that the international man of intrigue Happy Dave is not someone that she randomly found on the world wide web but is in fact flipping moving in with her!!!! Pah. Where’s the mystery there eh?

Anyway, Mammy’s birthday is 1 March. It always makes me titter that had she been born a day earlier on a leap year, officially she’d only be about 12. Te he. We had a lovely tea and a nice quiet evening as I reserved my energy for the shark’s fish and chip supper and work do on Thursday. It was absolutely lovely to see her purpleness again and totally natural to see her sitting at her kitchen table in front of 2 lap tops. Happy Dave was there too but I’m managing to keep him a man of mystery by totally alienating him with my inane comments such as you’re blog gave me the impression that you’d be taller and other such nonsense. Anyway, we all had a lovely fish and chip tea. Not such a good idea seeing as I was just about to put a skimpy outfit on. I was pleased to resolve the shark's long outstanding whole life error, or break her drunken code, as she put it, by asking her if she had ever had a fish. Success.