Go awol when:
...the sun shines
...my hairdresser is rushing round to run her ringed fingers through my gamine hair. Keep it short, keep it crisp, emphasise the feminine curves.
...just after breakfast 2 youngish outdoor lads with with big equipment ring my bell to badger me about pruning. Bless. Cougars use their teeth darlings.
...the baking of a simple poppy seed loaf is ditched in favour of a luxurious thick walnutted chocolate cake. Homely sucks sometimes.
...I blow out Radio 4 to re-live the 70's by swinging around the office to Michael and the boys "Let Me Show You". God that's good.
I realize that creating is all that matters.
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