So anyway she comes, I tell her NOT to do the laundry because the sheets are clean and there's only a small basket of colours and anyway have you seen the kitchen sweetie?  She actually didn't look as disgusted as I'm sure Miriam would of looked, in fact she just got on with it. She put her marigolds on, brought my white painted step-ladder over, which by the way is supposed to be a thing to look at, as opposed to use...and she began washing and wiping down the top kitchen cupboards. This was great, honestly though my kitchen is diabolical and I'm so chuffed that it's being completely cleaned.

Also me and Morpheus came up with a plan to have built a 10foot tall white cabinet about 1.5 feet thick to go against our wall near the kitchen. It also needs to be rather strong and sturdy, so I think we need it therefore to be bolted to the wall, so we should have at least 5 bolts attached either side. I also wants removable shelves so that I can put taller things in. I know this is rather anal of me to get sooo excited about a cupboard but if this helps me remove the excessive clutter that lives (RENT FREE) in this apartment then I will be a very happy woman. Apparently the carpenter for our building is in Florida at present on vacation, so I'll get him over for an estimate when he gets back.

So because the cleaner came I had to get out and go up to the gym. I wasn't really in the mood and also it was terribly hot and sticky up there today, so I just did 30 mins on the treadmill and a load of stretching.

After dropping off another lovely cheque in the bank from the theatre I headed over to Soho to get a few things that are badly needed. I did happen to notice that absolutely everybody, apart from young people that were walking by me, were smoking? It was mainly women as well, I can't remember seeing that many people in one area smoke that much since being back home in Manchester, where, let's face it, the dogs would smoke if they could.

Just seem kind of weird.

So when I get back home I have a message from Morpheus asking me to call him back. This is indeed odd as he NEVER wants me to call him back. Anyway I did but I can't find him. Not only have I lost my husband I seem to have lost my bloody keys today, can't find them anywhere, I've even backtracked way back to before I left Cold Spring, but I know they're here because I let myself in yesterday and then never left. Bloody pain. So anyway I decide, before tackling some web work to pack up and send my parents their food processor, that actually my mother-in-law gave to me but we've only ever used it a couple of times in England because soon after we moved and the voltage is different here, so it's pretty useless. Which is a shame because I would LOVE a food processor.

So anyway I tape it up and off I go. Of course as soon as I'm walking down the street holding (with two achy arms) this huge box, two things happen, my nose starts to itch and the bloody phone rings...aarrgghhh!!  Of course it's Morpheus but I decide to call him back because I'm in the middle of the street with one thigh (good job I work out) balancing this box, and with the other hand holding the phone plus scratching the holy crap out of my nose...what a sight.

So this box to be sent to the UK for arrival in 5 - 6 days was going to cost me $54.....I don't think so?? So I ask this little geeky post boy how much is the cheapest way of getting it there, i.e., by camel if necessary. So he tells me that the standard fare which takes between

will cost me $37.....that's more like it mate, right then, it's a deal, let's get it done. I mean can you believe the cost to send a second-hand fucking food processor is that much???? Jeez.

So I call Morpheus back and guess what???? Oh yeah the last time was the fucking Tennis, now he's off with clearly a man that hates me, Kiwi Boy to see the Nicks play. You know I get some farty Opera and Morpheus gets all the fun stuff. Actually that's not true, there is definitely something rather fabulous when watching Pavarotti singing his lungs out to Tosca.  You know I'm joking Kiwi, you guys have a good time.

So the boys are out tonight, which means???  Let me tell you.

So I pass my local newsagents, pick up this weeks Hello mag plus a fab interior design magazine. Also in my mail was my first subscription of Vogue plus New York magazine, so basically folks I'm going to work for couple of hours, then draw myself a rather large fabulous bath, pour myself a glass of wine, shove a face mask on, put some tunes on and read my fab magazines.....now doesn't that sound wonderful.

I'm telling you, girls have WAY MORE FUN than guys.&nbps;All they ever do is play with computer games and watch Porn.  Hey I've done both of those things and we STILL have more fun than you do.