Welcome to my perfumed garden

I think. But doesn't it then follow that I'm not - dead, that is? Or something...? Or whatever.

My thought processes are somewhat off today. This is a problem. I'd planned to do loadsnloadsnloads of stuff; instead, I'm sitting here, 'like tripe', as my mum says ( though why tripe has any particular, special propensity for 'sitting', and in what manner it 'sits', is entirely beyond me). But I digress...

Urm - where was I?

I seem to be having particular trouble re-adjusting to time zones this time around. Not sure why - it's never given me this much trouble before. Could it be the switch to green tea? This seems unlikely, but as mum also says (adopt portentious, mysterious tone) 'you just don't know, do you?'

Anyway - no work is being done. At all. This is a nuisance, but I guess, since I've missed almost a fortnight of work to this point, another 24 little hours can't hurt that much. I really am going to do my utmost to press on with my book at a rate of at least 2,000 words a day, which should see the little bugger finished in about a month. By way of enforcing discipline, I will be posting my progress here daily. Prepare ye, to be bored by my Writery Ramblings.

On the upside, my long-awaited birthday pressie from the ever-fragrant and lovely partner, Mark, arrived this morning in a big, bright, shiny box from France. It turned out to be a NafNaf solar alarm - or 'alarme-lampe avec radio reveil progressif digital'. (Tis testimony to the sufferings of my brain that I diligently worked my way through the French instructions before realising they were in English on the very next page). Anyway, it's a huge, silver, thoroughly spanky lamp(e)-alarm(e) that wakes you up gently with a light that slowly rises, like the sun; with birdsong (or the sea, or chiming bells, or cicadas - though, having been subjected to the little bastard's racket for years, why one would wish to be woken by ciccadas is a bit of a mystery. IMO, anyone who speaks of 'the tranquility of the rainforest' has clearly never set foot within 100 miles of one) that slowly swells in volume, till you awaken all natural and happy, like. Or so they claim...

Owt else to report? Not really. I'm not entirely sure why I'm posting this at all, except to feel that I have done something with my hours today.

Actually, though, there is one thing I feel moved to mention. Anyone seen 'The Devil Wears Prada'? Not the sort of film I'd've gone out of my way to see, but was a captive audience, on a transatlantic flight, where there's bugger-all else to do for 8 hours. It was an enjoyable enough bit of fluff, but greatly enhanced by the delicious slice of manhood playing Nate (the boyfriend). Oh my - what a darling! I post a link to a piccie here, though it fairly fails to do the man justice. I shall be following his future career with interest. ::smiles in happy anticipation::

This way to the pretty...