No. of Skips: 150
No work done at all today. Examined writerisms and other sins with breakfast & made yet more notes, but that doesn't count.
Am in mild panic mode about the ball tomorrow. Black tie and posh frocks, even though we're only the photographers. It's Kew Gardens and they're all very nice and grow plants for the planet and keep seahorses. Doesn't stop the panic though. Going Out? It's unheard of. Posh frocks is all very well if you've got one, and you're sipping the champagne and dancing and spending silly amounts of time at the hairdressers, and silly amounts of your disposable income showing off at the auction. But we have to hang around outside to take pics as they arrive, and it will probably be raining and cold. Have dug out long glittery dress and silky black long overjacket thing which hides the bulges, but all I have for feet is walking boots and flip flops. So off I went today to Favourite Shop to see what I could find in pointy footwear that didn't make you wobble. Also had to buy new make-up, another unheard of luxury these days. I did buy one of those lipsticks that's supposed to stay on, it was rubbish and lies and just left a horrible pink line around edge of lips in crazy-old-woman style. Am experimenting with this one and so far the pink is still there, but it feels like my lips have had woolly socks put over them.
Complete bingo on the shoes, though. Am totally in love with my Primark flatty pointys and now wish I'd bought 2 pairs. And you know what they say, if you want to know where you're going, wear pointy shoes.
Bye bye, thanks for visiting, come again soon.