Sunday

It started badly: some knobhead decided the whole neighbourhood was aching to hear his shit music at 2.00am. And that a full two hours was needed for complete appreciation (shakes her fist at offenders).

It's amazing, though, the revenge fantasies one can indulge in while lying awake and tussling with ear-plugs: a bolt of lightning striking their house and burning them to a crisp, his no doubt stupidly big stereo falling onto him and removing his lone brain cell, being beaten to death with a CD cover. Universe, if you're listening, it's time....

Thankfully, the day improved: there was the usual Sunday pancakes, a walk in the rain with His Highness to this cafe and a few hours spent playing catchup with some marketing collateral I need to deliver this week. While I worked, the boys and the camera went to the beach. How adorbs are these pics?

Over it

Another snakes and ladders kind of week - several moves up (four new commissions from various magazines), another media trip and a couple of event invites - only to slide back down again.

Current annoyances include arsehole neighbours with the world's most enthusiastic subwoofer, the weather and too much work/not enough time.

I am badly in need of a hot date with the sofa, a movie and a vat of red wine.

(Pic credit: Google Images)