Day 242 – Cold Coral Calamity
Today’s dress seemed like a sure thing. I was really looking forwards to wearing it ever since the boy’s mum, the Polish Princess gifted it to me a few weeks ago. I wanted to wear it on holiday because of the colour but it isn’t too short and my breasts are covered for a change and therefore lends itself to the office, well to my office anyway.
I struggled to sleep again last night due to a load of strange people outside having an intruigingly cryptic discussion peppered with more foul language than I care to have on any post and salted with tears, tantrums and what sounded like a shoe being thrown.
Four hours of interrupted by swearing and shouting sleep later I woke to the plesant calls of a cat being castrated. Perhpas not but it was definately not the plesant mewing of a kitten or the friendly purr of a feline being groomed by a lover. It was a scream and several of them and it was extremely piercing. After trying to get back to slepp for an hour I gave up the ghost after the idiot across the road climbed into his van blasting out what sounded sadly like Celine Dion, who I love but do not like to hear before sunset.
I clambered out of bed and horridly awake thought I’d give the old yoga a go and attempted the downward dog. I hit my head on the floor as it would seem my muscle tone at this time of the morning is not yet developed enough for dogging.
