Snore.......

I'm incredibly dull at the moment. I've been holding my breath all week, waiting to exhale at approximately mid-day tomorrow when I will scoot up a runway on my way to Louby's new home for a night, where we will dine on Japanese food and drink a white shiraz (I'm intrigued Lou). I will see her brand spanking new little shoe box apartment, wake up in Jaffa-land and then hopefully go shopping for underwear. Most of the ones I own at the moment are testament to the fact I have been a single gal for a rather longish time. Black, cotton, boy legs.... Then we will totter on down to Tauranga, hopefully in time to pick up the Buddy from school (he's on school holidays for 2 weeks after that), and I rang Frank tonight and got his mum as he was at a meeting and was regaled with a rather comprehensive run down, of well, everything past and future, from her.

Work is actually quite interesting at the moment. I made a doctor cry this week, and it looks like one of my papers will be appealed to the District Court. But I'm distracted. And weary. And conscious of the fact I'm not really developing or advancing where I am, just mulling and musing. And dreaming of far away lands. Oh the repetition on this blog.

Note to self: apply for a passport.

After flooding the kitchen the other week, I almost managed to set it on fire tonight trying to impress the boy (who unnervingly referred to himself as "your boy" in an email today). It was unnerving because I wondered if I had ever called him that to his face. Not because he phrased it that way, I quite liked that part.

Boring Bridie.