Friday morning's all right for blogging

I'm on leave today so I'm spending the morning pottering around the flat and the afternoon working in the shop. I am becoming criminally addicted to vanilla lattes, they're very moreish and Roger has a Gaggia machine in the shop because he 'can't bear that instant crap!' Apart from working, I can't think what to do with myself this weekend, Emma's all very well but is taking her break up with Connor very badly indeed - her voodoo doll representation last week was quite scary and I've suggested that she seek professional help if these feelings continue.

Eleanor rang earlier, apparently she had a lovely day out yesterday and celebrated Sebastian's birthday on the various public transport systems he so loves. I can't imagine having children, it must be a terrible bind and the mess they leave behind - no wonder Eleanor's house always looks like the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina!

Roger and the OddDealers

Roger approached me the other day to ask a favour - apparently he wants someone to accompany him to the annual OddDealers [a local trade association] dinner which is scheduled for mid-September. I agreed as long as I could choose a suitable dress from the shops and he'd buy me a new pair of evening shoes as I very much doubt Birkenstocks would fit the bill.

Since the failure of his one man show 'Roger The Raconteur' he's been very subdued - even his personal tuition service work is drying up - there are far fewer young men leaving his flat in the evening then there used to be, which is a shame. When I asked him what he taught he stated 'business acumen and personal grooming' which is a rather strange thing to be teaching in this day and age but I suppose it takes all sorts. They must engage in a fair amount of role play scenarios because I hear some rather bizarre noises emanating from the flat whilst he's teaching.

Emma's coming over later - the awful Connor's finally dumped her so she'll require a shoulder to cry on. I've bought two bottles of wine and three pipes of Pringles which should oil the wheels somewhat. I've even splashed out on a Wall's Vienetta which undoubtedly shows what a kind friend indeed I am. Hurrah for me!

Roger's Relics and The Riots

I am currently camping in Roger's flat during these terrible riots; luckily nothing's reached this far out yet but we're hoping it won't. Roger and I spent ages boarding up the front of the shop earlier, just in case. I can't believe people, I really can't, the country's getting much more lawless, water cannon the lot of them I say.

Roger's spare room is a tribute to Marilyn Monroe, Debbie Harry and David Hasselhoff, which as you may imagine, is a strange mixture. The queen sized bed has a satin bedspread with an image from The Seven Year Itch screen printed onto it, unfortunately something bad must have happened in a tumble dryer because Marilyn's face now resembles something out of Alien. Oh dear!

Eleanor rang to tell me that Polly had got involved with the rioters, so she's chucked her out. Good, the woman was a complete menace anyway.

Left to my own devices - I probably would

Sunday night - probably the most depressing evening of the week and doubly so for me tonight because today heralded the end of Wilf and I's relationship. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to get back together, we rather drifted into it I think, based on mutual loneliness. He suggested this morning that he wanted to rent out his flat and do voluntary work overseas, I thought that a good idea but when he didn't have a carefully worked out plan to show me I had serious misgivings. He also wished to live with me whilst between assignments, which I'm not altogether happy with.

It led to an inevitable row which, punctuated with a neighbour's annoying base boost music, made it a very miserable time indeed. I accused him of being directionless, lazy and inept, he countered that with the fact that I was 'frigid, stuck up and tedious.' Word such as these are difficult to retract and we ended up parting for good.

I have tried to cheer myself up tonight by measuring some clothes ready for re-sale; I'm also looking at the Roger's Relics website and have been rather tempted by their 'Scott and Charlene' wedding video - now that's a blast from the past