1. I know there are more vital problems facing the world than running out of conditioner but, really, for about 2 minutes this morning I couldn’t think of any.
Today I will be wearing a blonde bird’s nest on my head.
2. Today is the elder of my two nieces’ 3rd birthday. Happy birthday Beatrice! And gosh, those two years have disappeared remarkably quickly. I fear I may not have sent my birthday present parcel early enough to reach her in time – it somehow always surprises me that it can take 10 days for a small box to get from here to there, when my mind can hop that distance and have me standing at the front door in no time at all.
3. In my continuing quest to ‘get over’ the man I have been unrequitedly in love with for several years, I have had to stop contacting him which means, among other things, that I thought I would no longer have someone with whom to exchange surprise gifts of books by post.
The completely wonderful Mr Random saved me from such a dire fate last week, however. And I cannot tell you how much I appreciate it.
4. I loathe parties*. Especially the kind where everyone stands up and drinks – if there is dancing I can usually bear it by simply retreating to the dance floor and grooving madly/badly until I can decently make an exit. However, we are now entering Silly Season and I have already received several invitations to Christmas parties being thrown by various photo agencies (because part of my job is to handle our picture spend) in a range of ultra cool bars in the city.
I have politely declined them all, which fills me with a sense of glee I can barely contain. Escaping a party is almost as good as being sent a surprise book in the post.
Last year, one of the bigger picture agencies held their Christmas party at Sydney Aquarium which was BRILLIANT. I didn’t really talk to anyone (except to thank my hosts, of course), but by god, I had a fantastic couple of hours communing in the dark with the sharks in the main ‘walk-through’ tank. The GFC has clearly put the kaibosh on such expensive hospitality frivolity this year, sadly.
* Dinner parties for up to 10 guests are excepted. Those I can deal with because a) you can usually hear yourself over the music and thus hold a decent conversation and b) there’s something to do. If you don’t drink and you don’t smoke, just standing around shouting into other people’s faces and trying to look cool gets tedious rather quickly.