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My sister came to stay this weekend and we went to Camden market... I haven't been for years... I came home with a sparkly cat toy, some fairy lights (mesh red roses) and a bag of fresh doughnuts...
I also, this weekend, I bought possibly the sexiest basque that I have ever seen... I will be modelling it for the boy tonight... I have knickers and stockings to match. I will be like a burlesque queen!
I have this afternoon and the next two days off due to a festival at my school. This pleases me... I am thinking of treating the days as sick days.... so tomorrow will find myself and Fern and Philip merrily tucked up in bed.
Happy first birthday...
I just bought a Noddy card with a big '1' badge on it for my friends
little boy and now I am trying to work out the message I want to
include. Should it say:
To Boy
Happy First Birthday
Love Daisy
Or should it say....
Dear Boy
I wonder if you will ever read this card? I wonder if one day you will
find an old box in the attic with a yellowed cardboard lid and you will
read this and wonder who on earth this woman was, that cared enough to
send you a card when you became one....
I'll be much older of course - 49 when you are at uni with the world at
your feet. My eyes will be pale blue by then like my mothers, not
dark... I will have more than 10 white hairs.
I wonder. Will we ever really have met?
Happy birthday dear little boy who will never be my friend, because we are a whole generation apart.
You can change the world now little one - I'm just happy to live in it.
Daisy x x
PS What the fuck is this IPod business all about then?
Day of Rest
I just read the new(ish) Harry Potter book in one sitting.
I feel a bit sick now.
This blog entry was going to mention the sweet loveliness of my kitten
whose nickname is Honey-Monster until he mistook my bog toe for a mouse.
Ow.
Common People
Today I went to Kilburn. Never mind the whys and wherefores... it is enough for you to know that I went.
I've never been to Kilburn before, even though it is only a tube stop or two away... this probably doesn't surprise you.
It is worrying for us all to note that Kilburn High Road catch phrase - printed around the area in every available space is
I assure you - this is not true.
However towards the end of my stroll down the road my eyes feel upon a
PRIMARK looking considerably more upmarket that the other shops
surrounding it. I have never before set foot in a primark, but I am
assured by several of my more funky friends that when eccectically
mixed with Topshop and Prada you can look a million dollars for 4.99.
I ventured in, and undaunted by the people who were obviously only
there to exhaust themselves prior to taking a well earned rest
waiting for a kitchen in Argos I did actually find myself pleasently
surprised by what was on offer.
So surprised that I felt it was quite rude mot to take advantage of the
situation by buying 2 tops, 1 jacket, 4 pairs of lace pants, 1 pair
fleece pj's and a dressing gown (all for less than 49p).
Smugly I waited in line and went over the the till... Smugly I handed over my card and waited to be given my booty.
'What the hell is this?' Asked the shop assistent
'Pardon?'
'This card... what the hell is it?'
'It's... erm - a switch card... from my bank.'
'This isn't a bank' she gestured to the name on my card
'I assure you - it is'
'Well, I've never heard of it - what kind of bank is it?'
If you ever ever want to feel socially awkward - I would highly
recommend standing in Primark, in Kilburn with a burning cheeks trying
to explain about your Coutts Card - a private bank...
Even as I tried I felt horribly aware of mayself, sounding like Hugh
Grant, clad in my Nicole Fahri jacket... trying to buy cheap knickers.
Eventually I managed to pursuade the girl to put my card through the reader... it was accepted, and I signed and fled.
As I walked down the road I thought that I would pop into the
'Everything is a Pound' shop in order to buy some cat toys... there is
a place where you pay cash, where you can't go wrong... where you don't
have to declare yourself to get served. I can remain blissfully
anoymous there I thought...
I entered the shop. Finally feeling like I couldn't possibly behave
like a prat in this shop... I'd just quietly buy and mouse and leave.
'How much is this' I asked the man.
Good Advice.
If you work in a seriously religious school... and teach politics, do try to stay away from the topic of Bill Clintons impeachment.
'She saved a dress with what on it Miss?'
Oh.
Tres exotic!!
Sometimes a girl needs to try a little of the exotic on her way home...
There is a tiny Russian deli very near to my house that I have never
ventured into before today. I would like to - but it always looked a
little bit too like somewhere secret.
Today I felt like a small snack on my way home, and walkers and rowntrees can get so boring don't you think?
I have become seriously addicted to heart shape cake things... sadly I have no idea what they are or what is in them.
Kind of makes it even more fun!!
Ugh.
I am actually asleep today. I can't raise my game at all... even coffee has failed me... and outside there are 30 boys... roaring.
Must. Wake. Up...