Spoiling

We're listening to Elbow, and that song which you hear everywhere, the one used on emotionally fraught television commercials and such, is actually called 'One Day Like This'. A pleasant discovery, and a restorative tonic after yesterday.

The idiot is curdling like bad milk, spoiling after everyone's attentions. The parents excelled themselves and even suspended their animosity towards me for a day, concentrating instead on fatting the idiot with falafels from Frank's and chucking chins and oooooo-ing and ahhhh-ing at their grown-up girl. Then the evening saw a cake party, and later Zak's Diner with portions the size of new-born babies. Naomi and Phoebe really triumphed in the present department, but the Birthday Girl paid for it this morning. That Constitutionalism lecture was a soggy disaster. The brain tried, it really did, flopping about in a few vain attempts before returning to its original mush.

So, aside from one baffling situation making the idiot even more idiotic, turning Twenty was a success. I can't elaborate on this situation because I am a loyal Consette and must remember that this isn't my little black book for blacklisting certain people.

Have a splendid afternoon,

Consette x