It’s ok, I’ll rest when I go back to work next week

1. Yesterday we walked and looked at stuff, mostly. Then it was the Bermuda triangle of Topshop, and I thought I lost Charlie, but she found her way out! Phew. And today I managed half a Spanish lesson and came home for a nap.

2. Bloglanders, I’m still being a granny, and that’s not going to change, you know. Some people love me anyway. I think. Perhaps on making new acquaintances all parties should sign some sort of a contract; mine would include:
· Y needs her sleep, and lots of it, beauty or otherwise. 9 hours is standard, 10 preferable, 12 ideal. Do not interfere, or expect her to engage in anything where active participation is required on less than 7 hours’ sleep. In fact, Y’s motto is ‘All wakefulness is sleep deprivation’, which is a notion abundantly illustrated in the Bible of sleep.
· Do not expect Y to function on an empty stomach. Symptoms of subsequent severe malfunction will include snapping and monosyllabic responses as well as a total lack of interest in anything. Don’t risk it.
· On no account will Y ever do any of the following things willingly: go clubbing; enter a fast food establishment; listen to hip hop; wear a velour tracksuit or white trainers; wear lipstick; kiss anyone wearing lipstick; wait for a night bus in the winter months; watch a football match; gush over how cute babies are; eat pickled beetroot.
· Y is physically lazy. That’s the way it is. Now sign here and love her anyway. She's an ace cuddler, you know, and she can cook.

3. Ok. I need to pack, we’re going to Paris tomorrow, you know.