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Oh the guilt
20 July 2003 20:31I had planned to do some work this weekend but it's now 8.45pm on Sunday evening and work has eluded me. Yes, I have masses of work to do, but I'm going to have masses to do tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that etc. Until January 2004.
Faced with that and the fact that I've got a couple of weeks until the next deadline I haven't done that dictation I brought home with me. The dictation machine is looking at my accusingly as I type. Together with the file. Oh well, no doubt my secretary will thank me tomorrow for not walking in first thing Monday morning to several tapes worth of typing.
So, not only did I not do any work but I went shopping too. Self-restraint out the window. I braved Oxford Street in the heat yesterday (no, I don't think that insanity is endemic in the family. Well, we don't mention Great-uncle Jim and Cousin Neil. Much). Now the sensible thing to do if you're shopping in the world's busiest shopping street is get there early and get out early. So I got there for midday. Ahem, yes, well.
I've got a couple of friend's birthday's coming up. They were born 30 minutes and 60 miles apart. Their personalities are...remarkably dissimilar. Thus suggesting that astrology is bunk. So, shopping for birthday presents called.
And the final score was:
One trouser suit (Next - reasonably priced). Black (naturally, so can be worn at court).
One jacket (Designer. Reasonably priced? Er, not so much) Colour, lilac. Will go very well with the four pairs of lilac shoes I've got. And thank God I thought the matching
skirt was hideous, so I was spared having to buy that as well.
One pair of black high heeled stiletto mules (because the 5 other pairs of black mules I've got just aren't enough. Hey, they were on sale. And they have *fabulous* heels).
And, one, two, three...um, ten new tops. But I did resist the lilac blouse I was tempted by. Am still tempted by. May go out and purchase some time. Possibly tomorrow (unfortunately, shop has a branch in the City).
Birthday presents. Nil.
Ooops!
Faced with that and the fact that I've got a couple of weeks until the next deadline I haven't done that dictation I brought home with me. The dictation machine is looking at my accusingly as I type. Together with the file. Oh well, no doubt my secretary will thank me tomorrow for not walking in first thing Monday morning to several tapes worth of typing.
So, not only did I not do any work but I went shopping too. Self-restraint out the window. I braved Oxford Street in the heat yesterday (no, I don't think that insanity is endemic in the family. Well, we don't mention Great-uncle Jim and Cousin Neil. Much). Now the sensible thing to do if you're shopping in the world's busiest shopping street is get there early and get out early. So I got there for midday. Ahem, yes, well.
I've got a couple of friend's birthday's coming up. They were born 30 minutes and 60 miles apart. Their personalities are...remarkably dissimilar. Thus suggesting that astrology is bunk. So, shopping for birthday presents called.
And the final score was:
One trouser suit (Next - reasonably priced). Black (naturally, so can be worn at court).
One jacket (Designer. Reasonably priced? Er, not so much) Colour, lilac. Will go very well with the four pairs of lilac shoes I've got. And thank God I thought the matching
skirt was hideous, so I was spared having to buy that as well.
One pair of black high heeled stiletto mules (because the 5 other pairs of black mules I've got just aren't enough. Hey, they were on sale. And they have *fabulous* heels).
And, one, two, three...um, ten new tops. But I did resist the lilac blouse I was tempted by. Am still tempted by. May go out and purchase some time. Possibly tomorrow (unfortunately, shop has a branch in the City).
Birthday presents. Nil.
Ooops!
