I’d hoped to start posting straight away after unveiling the redesign, about my swinging single lifestyle this month while Alec’s been in Ireland on a long business trip, about the joys of overnight sexy scrabble sleepovers with old friends, about weeknight wagyu + foie gras burgers and weekend garage sale gold-digging.
Then, I found mould on a bunch of my t-shirts in a cupboard and was unceremoniously catapulted into a world of laundry pain. The washing, the cupboard cleaning, the bamboo pole fumbling, the ironing – I washed the rest of the clothes in there, just in case – have effectively cockblocked me from any sort of sexy swinging life this week, and when, in exhaustion, I declared Tuesday night a laundry-free zone, I was only fit to lie slack-jawed on the couch watching my new Entourage box set (from aforementioned garage sale, 3 seasons’ original box sets for $15).
After all this, there’s been precious little time for correcting the remaining errors I’ve spotted in the redesign or putting something in that blank About page, so bear with me – there’s a first time for every excuse and I’ve definitely not used this one before but: I blame the evil spores.
Oh, and Portishead’s Third album is still the best album I’ve heard this year. What’s yours?