I have to be up at about 5am, but here I sit, tippety typing away.

I have settled in marvelously and my room is spotless as usual. Well it does get messy on rare occasion, during which I begrudgingly put things away. Well, begrudging on the outside, joyous on the inside, I love tidy rooms. On an entirely different note, need new chair, this one hurts my bum.

You know you've done too much shopping when you find your shopping bags full of stuff sitting in your closet untouched. Usually I'm so anxious after buying something that I can't wait to get home, crack it open and use it. This time however, they've all just been sitting there, I tossed them in the closet and shut the doors (because I have open closet door phobia). I went through stuff I bought today, and discovered very cute pairs of underpants, a lovely silk dress and various Body Shop goodies. I am still very disturbed by the inaccuracy of the French phrase rhinestoned into the bum of this one pair of undies. I mean, I'm no French aficionado, but it is bothersome nonetheless. It is a saving grace that I will never naturally be able to contort my body to read whats on my bum. Plus, it had me at black silk and lace, hello!

I am contemplating taking Holga out with us tomorrow, but I'm not too sure if that is a good idea. She loves the sun, but I don't want to run the risk of her melting!

That all aside, things have been slow. I've been staying in and doing little things around the house that makes mummy happy. I also periodically take out my birthday shoes and talk to them. I smile at them and thank my lucky stars that they fit since they were a gift and ordered online. Oh black satin, I'll love you forever.

Well its 1230am and it sounds as though the boys are back from the midnight tuna run at the supermarket. I'm off to bed and to enjoy the finer things in life. Such as memory foam mattresses.

Night, Love.