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!
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