Spilt Tomatoes

Have you ever had one of those days when you put on a clean top and by the afternoon, you go to the toilet, look in mirror and aaaaw bloody hell, half your lunch is down that nice clean top. Yes you've guessed it, that's what happened to me today. I dressed in a shirt that was nice enough to go out in tonight, went to the loo after lunch and saw the tomato stains from my pasta salad had run half way down my boobs. Of course wanting to look perfect, I grabbed a cloth from the sink and started rub desperately.......


I gave up quickly however, thinking 'what the heck, we are only going to the cinema after all.' And I was using up valuable energy that I could be using to rest and get rid of this bugger of a migraine.....yeah, I've still got it, I think this one I'm just gonna have to work through, because the usual tricks haven't worked. But I've had one of these a week for the past three weeks now and they are seriously starting to piss me off.

The only problem is that they've usually a sign that something bigger will happen. Mummy often says, don't think about it, it won't happen. But my gut instinct is usually always right.

So anyway, frustratingly for the third day running I haven't managed to do any more work on my book. I had this virus you see , so was in bed on Monday and Tuesday, and had been fitting for weeks before then, a sign then that the bug was on its way. Oh and I've just have a period (sorry guys). Bugs, virus's colds periods, stress and emotion, they're the biggest killers. They'll fuck my head up completely.

Will let you know what Robin Hood is like....there's a story there but I'll tell you that tomorrow.

Nicki