The day today

Today, I need to go and collect the Beast from the doctors, and pay the enormous bill. It's like having a pet, except I imagine cats are less troublesome. Except the boyfriend's cat, more of which on another occasion. That animal deserves a post all to itself. (Said boyfriend will henceforce be referred to as BF, for ease of typing).

Anyway, then I imagine I will have a conversation with my bank manager, something along the lines of:
BM Aha, Miss Johnson, I see you have been spending money again. You must cease and desist forthwith, or risk the wrath of the God of Financial Institutions. I don't expect to have to have this conversation with you again.
ME er.... But I haven't paid my rent yet...

Then I'll probably go and buy something pointless that I don't need, like food, or personal hygiene products, and it will all begin again.

Then I'm off to Brixton, to watch the BF play a strange gig at the Anarchist Toyshop on Coldharbour Lane. (Bet you never suspected there was such a thing, did you? I can't wait to see it. I can feel that it's going to be full of people that will provide me with juicy material for this blog).

Watch this space...