When I was young I used to spend hours lying on my back watching the clouds go by, or I’d wander letting the pointiest edge the cloud tell me which way to go.
I’ve always been transfixed by clouds ~ I spend a lot of time staring out the window of a plane at them. They seem so solid, yet not. Calming.
These few are from my flights to and from Copenhagen this weekend
Today I was sat crying in the graveyard behind work, after hearing the devastating news my friend Mary had passed away unexpectedly. This very strange prancing mohicaned pony dog walked by and posed like this. She would have loved (and laughed at) this strange little dog.
I had a bit of a rush to get out of the hotel this morning, so ended up doing my makeup in the (hire) car.
“Always do your Cupid Bow first” said the MAC makeup lady who helped me with my dance makeup earlier in the year. She definitely didn’t say “then turn it into a heart” … but this did amuse me… too much!
I’m lying on my back in my living room, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out if I’m ok or injured – nano-seconds earlier I was stood in my kitchen. What. A. Twat! What an utter twat!
I’d been practicing my rumba turns to try and sharpen them up – my rope spin, is at times ropey, so you know socks, shiny floor, great music why wouldn’t you … fucking disaster!
… I manage to keep the 360° turn tight and start to settle and … lose my balance, unable to unwrap my feet, I reach out to try and steady myself, but find nothing but air, falling through the doorway to the living room, scraping my tit on the doorframe on the way, akin to Del Boy falling through the bar.
So here I lie prostrate on the floor with bruised and scraped tit.
We, and by we, I mean Nick, spotted a boat named Verity passing by just outside their flat… I didn’t notice for about 30 seconds it had my name…!
I had to have my photo taken for work today – the best picture of all the half-a-gazillion that we took was this one, which was me essentially dicking around [technical term] after too many too close / wrong side / skew-eyed attempts. The viewing software on my machine at work had a few filters and, as you do, I clicked through them and loved this Burlesque one. But alas I’m not allowed to use this picture at work, as well you know “serious” required.
I spotted this Clown on a poster in Oxford Street tube. I’ve never quite understood people being scared of clowns, that is until now … he’s utterly terrifying.