Something is happening to my brain and I'm not sure if I like it.
Things on the domestic front are a-changing and I don't like change, even when it may be for the best. So with several bits of scary home stuff occurring I'm getting in a state and I'm unsure how to deal with it. And then on top of that I'm finding it difficult, if not impossible, to write. Apart from last nights abysmal poetic effort, not much creative outpourings of any worth have been written. Although having said that I am still penning secret womanly love words in my secret womanly red love book and very pleased with them I am too. But to blog about love and sex is so last summer so I won't be filling these white innocent pages with erotica, after all it's autumn now and life is slowing down and so along with the drying up of leaves, my Muse has withered up, signed orf and all but left me for dead. What am I going to do without her? Probably be alright...

Ideas written on a piece of paper and magnetted to the fridge are....
Chicken Goulash/Chicken Strogonoff/Trifle/Steak Pie with Puff Pastry/Cherry Cheesecake made with tinned cherries/Fruity Indian Chicken/Something with Pork chops ketchup, brown sugar and worcestireshire sauce?/Vanilla Ice Cream with Butterscotch sauce/Poor Knights of Windsor/Lemon Puddle Pudding/Chocolate Puddle Pudding/Ginger and Garlic Crusted Potatoes/Monty's biscuits/

Other things magnetted to fridge...Money off coupons/local newspaper article about the portable make believe plastic ice rink that's coming to Rochford Square a few days before Christmas/recipe for Strawberry and Mascarpone Puffs/What-Not-To-Do list for tomorrow/A scrap of paper with the Serenity Prayer writ large.

Now I must iron a skirt, blouse and industrial vest on account of my job interview tomorrow...Oh God I can't do this.