Firstly I slept in and had to get a taxi to work at a cost of £11.50. Then one of my clients casually announced that they'd been caught speeding and driving without insurance oh and no valid license. Normally I'd think well hell mend you but I secretly approve of evading driving expenses and I like her which sadly isn't enough to let her off the hook.
Upon getting off the bus I felt a tugging on the hem of my skirt which, a rotund fellow informed me had been tucked into my drawers. I'm not sure what the etiquette is in that situation but I feel certain is quite wrong for a man to correct the error. A quite word in my ear would have sufficed.
I was then accosted by a chap who was upset that the CSA were demanding £5 per week to maintain his children. Apparently his ex is 'a fucking boot' which explains how he got near enough to impregnate her but not why it should exempt him from taking responsibility for his own children. He then went on to explain that the CSA were forcing him to become an alcoholic, I helpfully explained to him that if he spent £5 per week on his children he'd have less for drink and wouldn't be able to become alcoholic. He was most ungrateful which serves him right for accosting me on my lunch break.
Later on I locked myself out of the house rushing to an appointment to have my eyebrows dyed and plucked. I normally go to the beauty stop in Shawlands but I went to Frasers for a change. It certainly was a change -normally my treatment costs £8 but in Frasers it is £26. I just about died with my legs in the air!
Before I could gain access to my nest I had to go for a haircut and now look like a young Paul McCartney. Needless to say I didn't ask for a lovable moptop but that's what I've got.
On Friday I'm off to London, I haven't packed a thing, I going straight from work and I'm fit to drop. Wish me luck.