I think I'm spending too much time with her. All my time in fact, all my time for 17 years. I am developing bad habits; sinister stuff will happen if I don't publish at least one blog a day (specific fear? That my toes will turn into chipolatas), I am starting to find flakes of Special K in my hair, and the only thing I seem to desire is a pair of yellow Nikes.
Back to the obsessive blogging, though. In an hour we are heading down to the Soapbox Festival, and I know that we won't be back in the vicinity of a computer until after 12 tonight. So I have to blog now. Thus why there is nothing to say.
You can watch me eat leftover curry for lunch of you want,
Love,
Consette x
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