The Chocolate Minibar Beckons...

Of course Michael hasn’t been in touch. Rachel and I met up for a drink on Monday night and I told her I was going to go to the walk-in clinic for a morning after pill and she said, ‘Are you mad! If you get pregnant by him you are set up for life!!’
So I didn’t go. But it is very very unlikely I could be pregnant anyway. (Given what happened.) And also I feel angry and suicidal so clearly have PMT.
If I was a man I’d always send flowers afterwards, just to make people feel better.
Still, I have scrubbed out my whole flat, and last night I had a bath with all the White Company soaps and bubblebaths and stuff that came with the hotel room. I was thinking of buying a mini fridge and stocking it up with nuts and chocs, but maybe that is going too far…

Chocolate Lipstick

Went out to drinking last night with Jasmine, who has got a new, ageing Goth boyfriend. (It was the Intrepid Fox, a truly scary place. I am never going to the toilets there again, NEVER. ) One good thing was, I discovered all kinds of strange side-effects of the credit-squeeze. Her boyf does French polishing for very very rich people. (He is always having to rush out on French polishing emergencies, that is, some stupidly rich person will accidentally scratch a side table, and a neighbour is coming round! Oh No! Quick! Ring up a French-polisher and bribe them a thousand quid to come round immediately!) For the last month he has had NO WORK AT ALL. None. So, clearly, you have to be ludicrously stupidly rich to be unaffected by the squeeze. Stupidly rich isn’t good enough any more.
And one of the reasons why our firm is in trouble is that we represent a yoghourt brand that people drink to improve their stomach bacteria or something. (It made me make terrible, unforgivable farting noises, like a rapidly deflating balloon, when I tried it, so I never did again. NOT glamorous.) And apparently, when people are feeling the squeeze they stop eating special yoghourts. I wonder what the last things they give up are? The consensus last night was that they might be lipstick and chocolate.

Liver Spot Worry Gone

It was just a bit of chocolate, luckily. Due to a fairy cake.