To the kind and anonymous person who left this on my desk this morning … your concern for my bowel health has touched me, deeply. But who is my mystery bum chum? I’m determined to get to the bottom of this!

Christmas overflow fridge vibes

Fashion legends rarely cycle … except Dame Vivienne Westwood, who I’m sure I once clocked freewheeling serenely down the hill in Clapham towards Battersea. She, stately as a galleon in platform heels … I less so, pedalling up the hill laden with library books. RIP.

Today’s highlight … new omelet pan. I must get out more.

Judging me for my 2nd gin of the evening

Perfect day at work!

Feeling quite pleased with myself …

Just received a lovely compliment “you are one of the most cheerful people I know”, said a colleague … or am I just a naive and grinning idiot?

Hors d’oeuvres!

One of my most pressing day off chores has been to reorganise the wine rack.

Properly lovely on my cycle to work this morning.

Apparently I do something with my hips … a waggle, of sorts … I am now beyond self-conscious.

Feeling snackish

Does my Christmas jumper make me look like a giant Caramac? If anyone under 40 asks “what’s a Caramac?”, I might cry.

Just got asked if I was a police officer … answered no … the nice chicken-shop man gave me a discount anyway. All the glamour of a Saturday night in Acton!

Man in the gym is making some very strange noises.

Oh shit … I just started watching MAFS

Having a gay old time in co. Sligo!

i actually LOVE that it gets dark at 7pm now. now i can start Reckoning With My Own Insignificance earlier. really frees up the rest of the evening for Mourning What Could Have Been

Elvis Presley