I've been doing a bit of stripping, well it passes the time and let's face it, what's a girl like me supposed to do to get through the day? It's kept me off the streets and out of Sainsbury's which can only be a good thing in anyone's book.
I'm decorating the kitchen and have been happy slappy with the paint stripper and positively possesed with the sander. I'm covered in dust though, and you don't want to know what's coming out of my nose. I stood in the middle of the kitchen after attacking the walls and when I looked in the mirror I thought I had seen a holy vision only it was me, white as a statue of Our Lady. I nearly dropped the power tool on me foot in shock.

Well the Bach Flower Remedy worked, I felt a lot more confident, thankfully I was nothing like Spud from Trainspotting, that would have been one for the memoirs. Plus I didn't say "girl power" like Daisy from Spaced although a moment did arise when I could have done.
I liked the job very much so fans of Lola must unite tonight and mention me in your prayers, I'm sure you could squeeze me in between some long distance cousin and an incontinent old aunt, go on, please, pretty please.

Tits crossed everyone, I'm about to leave for my next interview. I have taken to relying on the spiritual. My horoscope for the week says the harmonious alignment from Venus to Jupiter suggests I'm about to get it right once again and I'm not to feel too ashamed of my success. Is Jonathan Cainer singing from the same hymn sheet? I've also necked a bottle of Bach Flower Remedy and have hung a dreamcatcher on my nancy so we shall see how we go.

Oh dear, that didn't go too well. I arrived far too early in an attempt to beat the traffic and as a result I slid along the M40 like a hot knife through butter and had a whole bloody hour to kill. I did see three parrots up a tree whilst I sat in a pub car park which was quite something.
Anyway, found out the terms and conditions of the job which were monstrous and quite Dickensian. Had I accepted such a position I think I would of ended up paying them for the pleasure! What with 16 days of holiday, frowned upon half hour lunch breaks and a Stretch Armstrong style working week I'd heard enough. By 12 O'clock I'd packed away my glasses and slung my bag over my shoulder and made my excuses. Lola was off.
Another interview tomorrow, will the pleasure never end?

I am to dip my toes in the pool of work tomorrow but I must say I am rather reluctant to roll my trousers up. We shall see how it goes. It's only a trial, I may not like it, they might not like me. It might go all a bit Norman Wisdom and I'll burn down the office just by sharpening a pencil. Who knows.
I did see a tempting advert for lock keepers on the Thames. It's a seasonal job where they employ people to open and shut the locks for the boats, lovely and in the open air. I was a bit worried however that on the lazy stretches of the Royal river it might all get a bit Brokeback Mountain. The Ladyfriend wouldn't like that.

The dreaded interview today. It seemed to go ok. They seemed keen. They have asked me to go in for a trial day next week which plays nicely with my eeking out my leisure time. I don't like interviews. I tried to imagine them in the nude which only made the whole experience even more ghastly.
Had a lovely weekend. Howard was over from Spain so we took him down to Eastbourne to show him the sights. We also made sure he was fed with some nice steak and ale pie, good food, not like that spanish nonsense, greasy old rice and wiffy wind blown ham. That stuff looks like something your Grandma has dropped whilst eating her tea and rolled under the telly.

Normally I'd be sat at my desk poised and ready to go at 9am (well, I probably wouldn't be poised but I'd certainly be at my desk) today however I was sat having my hair set at the salon. I can now bounce along the pavement happy on the outside as well as on the inside.
I've lined up a few lunch dates for next week, sorted a few things out in the household management line, surfed a bit on the internet and the rest of my day is very much my own.
Whilst on my way to the hairdressers this morning I saw a large group of people getting onto a coach. They were probably off on a nice trip to the coast. They were of pensionable age so they had probably been awake since four this morning making thermos flasks of tea for the journey but I was sorely tempted to hop aboard myself. I'm sure I could of stolen myself aboard with a flowery story about health and safety. It's such a nice day a trip to the seaside would be just the ticket.

It's another beautiful day. On the way home from dropping off the ladyfriend at work I took the long way home. The sunlight danced across the windscreen and toyed with my window wipers. I pulled over into a cul-de-sac when I realised that I was holding up a train of commuters - how remiss of me, I forgot! I then carried on passed the Thames, along winding country lanes, by freshly churned fields which reminded me of bolognese mince. It gave me inspiration for tonight's tea - lasagne.
I then popped into Sainsbury and tip toed around the aisles stuffed with fresh produce, yummy mummies and old people. I stopped for a Vanilla Latte and negotiated my way out of the car park - Observation: people who don't work can't drive.

I say, this redundancy lark is certainly what it's cracked up to be, infact it's better! If the unemployed entered the olympics they'd play the theme tune of "This Morning" as the national anthem. Breakfast tv is now a foreign country to me as I don't switch on until 10am. What decadence. I dropped the ladyfriend off at work this morning and grinned at all the 9to5'ers as they hurried about in their cars.
I would have enjoyed my first week of being out of work more if I hadn't developed a flu like virus. It reminded me of when Victorian explorers discovered African tribes and brought them the bible and the common cold. My re-entry into the real world has made me susceptable to infection. I am having to go easy as I travel about.