It's a quiet Sunday morning...

I should be painting but instead i'm untagling some invoice madness for work. Not ideal but it's better than dealing with the pain of trying to do it next week in the office which will be impossible. Lilli is quite happy as it blends well with her idea of a fab day (curled up in a ball at my side while I work)

This last week my uncle by marriage lost his mum. She'd been ill for quite a while and finally slipped away last Friday. She was such an amasing woman. I remember as a child we went to visit her and her husband as they lived in Oliphant. I remember it being a really long drive... and being worried about the bears that were known to trapse across their property. They were kind and they were so welcoming to us. That visit was definately a highlight of my childhood. I remmeber Peggy's amasing cesear salad that she prepared in this massive wooden bowl and most importanly her fabulous rasberry jam. I'm happy she's been released and will no longer suffer, but we'll miss you auntie peggy! But on the flip side her first grand daughter is now in the process of delivering her second great grandson. So in with one spirit and out with another. Funny how those things go isn't it?

Yesterday miss Andrea and I terrorised the poor people in South Kensington... A walk down memory lane, that's for sure. We stopped in to the Chanel shop to pick out a foundation and had giggle at the woman who was refused service as she was using her 'fiance's black amex' they don't let folks here just use whatever card they like, they insist that the owner of the card be present ( I don't think this is the case in the states as this lady was american and not too pleased about being rejected)... but any way, Andrea and I giggled and felt quite smug that we were able to buy what we wanted ourselves... mind you I can tell you that neither of us would protest very much if somone else wished to pay the bill... we then me the lovely miss tasha who looks so fabulous. An inspiration to get the ol bod back in shape again. Proving again how fab she looked, when we stopped in for a drink after our shopping she got asked for ID at her local pub! Honestly. If you're 31 and people think you're 17, you're doing something right!

I'm on the home stretch right now with work. Only 7 working days left and then it's on to packing and sorting things out... one weekend of fun with miss Sally who is flying all the way in from oz to say goodbye to me and then one spa day with andrea and voilia! I'm missing Sienna and can't wait to see her again, but she's enjoying her new life and doesn't seem to miss me much... it all feels like a bit of hurry up and wait. *sigh*