Time marches on at a hurried pace

And although we are putting offers in on two flats tomorrow they are polar opposites... One is over furnished and the other is completely not furnished... wrangling about prices is the big thing therfore I see no end in sight quite just yet... I NEVER want to move again... that is of course until I can afford to buy a place (which is probably years away but still)

I did a painting this weekend... it's updated on my painting site... simple but I love the colour combo...

It was the BAC here in Barcelona this week and comme les garcons were giving away free samples... I snickered to myself invisaging the openings that insue in the following weeks... Room full of art lovers wreaking of the same cologne... hilairious... It's a small city here folks... I will purposely not be wearing it for a while to avoid such a fateful event.

My ever naughty British Passport has not yet arrived which makes me VERY nervous about getting home at xmas... I will have to break down tomorrow and ring them on their bloody premium rate number to inquire as to it's whereabouts... why is it that disaster constantly circles all to which i endevour to acheive? Perhaps it's not realism that I subscribe to but moreso pessimism which breeds constant medling in my life....?