Small Pleaures

Sometimes it's the small things in life that give you so much pleasure. For me right now it's because I have finally found the perfect pair of trackies. Trinny and Susannah would be so pleased, they fit my arse perfectly, and I feel so hot in them I'd even consider wearing them OUT OF THE HOUSE.

Sadly though they are from one of the clearance stores currently operating in Willis street, so I guess they are an end of line. No worries, they are a major label, and now I know to look at Yoga pants I'm sure I can get more if needed.

On a completely different note, the child is off to Oz tomorrow to wear the black uniform for the first time and represent New Zealand at the Pan Pacific Games. Long jump (just like Mum) and relay are her events for anyone that wants to follow.

Bliss, a week of no hormonal teenager attitude is worth the horrendous 4am start tomorrow.

Child Abuse # 6

I have taken advantage of Telecoms latest offer, as it works well for the flatmates phone calls, the child's internet needs, and my economy. I now have 10 gig of broadband a month.

I have not told the child!

I am also still taking the vital cable in my handbag everyday so she still only has her allotted 1 hour per day usage. I wonder how long I can hold off telling her, and as her latest phone has died the internet has become even more vital in her life.

New Linen

Amongst other things over the last weeks i have been sourcing quotes for new table skirting. I have found a supplier who not only is 75% cheaper than all others but my contact has a brain and a sense of humour.

After a few days of talking dirty to each other he has had a short sample made up for me so I can see how it survives housekeeping and our dry cleaners playing with it. It arrived this morning and is now on it's way for it's stress test.

I must say though that I think it looks far better on myself than it ever will on the tables.

How to Star in this Blog

A dinner party invitation in Singapore with chauffeur driven transport each way would be a fairly good place to start. Though of course as gossip, scandal and intrigue are vital to this blog, one would need to guarantee a certain calibre of dinner party conversation, but I'm sure given recent events that is fairly easily done.

As my darling readers have noticed I've been a bit quiet of late, as that pesky stuff called work has been interfering with the more salacious parts of life. However this weekend sees a return to the partying, wining and dining, so I'm sure I'll have some stories to tell next week.

A bientot.....and since I haven't got a French keyboard you're just going to have to take it as read that the grave and circumflex are in place.

Unpclesbian Predicts

Last night I went to a fireworks watching party and found I spent the entire evening talking, ick ick, politics. What is wrong with me, too much Cactus and DPF I think.

Over the last few months I have been assuming that the government will change after this election mainly due to the fickle nature of the New Zealand voting public, and the unsubtle media campaign convincing them to think this way. However, with the result out of America I think I may be revising that assumption.

I know I am crediting your average voter with too much intellect to figure that Obama is the equivalent of the pinko's, but I'm sure some Labour media person will try and pitch that image over the next few days.

Really I am basing my revised assumption on a conversation with another guest last night, who oddly even tho her partner is "something in the Labour party", is as lackadaisical about voting as I. Her theory is that the majority of the great unwashed have absolutely no idea who they want running the place, turn up at the booth and think, "well they've been looking after the place ok for the last few years, it really hasn't been that bad, may as well give them the tick". Then they realise they have yet another box to tick and leave totally confused.

So here we go, Unpclesbian is now predicting that Labour may return by the most tiniest of margins, or that we will have a hung Parliament with the minor parties laughing all the way to the bank with the excessive power they now hold.

Theme of the Week

Too Bored to Blog

Due to some horse race, and an election (yawn) there has not been much exciting to blog about. Oh, I could mention month end, but excel spreadsheets and columns of numbers are not really spinning my wheels at the moment.

The most exciting news has been the child's first attempt at modelling for a hairdressers show, but she's banned me from from blogging about it. I will however say that Nana will be very pleased that they now have matching hair.

I do look forward to watching the fireworks tomorrow night from Ms S and Ms A's new pad.