Day One – stimulating the economy.
By god, I need clothes – all that not drinking has made me a size less and I resemble a disappointingly turned out clown when wearing any of my work pants.
And I need to find time to slot in a gym visit without going anywhere near the Marie Celeste – which will be difficult, as they are located quite close together. I will inevitably run into colleagues and they will greet me with a hearty, “ho, ho, ho – can’t stay away from the place, eh?” – which really (in the words of my darling eldest child), I have no time for.
I will report back re: the spoils of my stimulating.
Oh, and if you are not reading this via a reader, you will notice that there is a very forlorn looking twitter stream over there in the sidebar.
Yes, I have succumbed (I blame Jano entirely). I’m donandcarol, but even though I have very good intentions about using it, I’m sure that in reality I will be less active than I am here (if only I could claim that it was because of my busy and glamourous socialite lifestyle), but hey, at least I can follow others who are inifintely more interesting than I.