I've been without the internet for a fortnight now and am going slightly mad. Am now in the weird internet shop near the station. It's a tatty old room full of ancient machines and weirdos hunched over their screens in the corner. Probably net porn addicts. Can't write for long but feel the need to feed.
I am decorating the flat in Stoke Newington to rent out again. Back breaking stuff and all my bones ache. A tiny tongue and groove ceiling is so deceptive. I'm still not finished three days after squeezing the lid off the paint pot. At least today I remembered to pack the radio.
Yesterday we took the Prince's mother, the Queen, on the London Eye. Perfect weather for it. The city looked like a miniature village with tiny trains and buses. The Prince pointed out the roof of his rightful home at Number 10 while the Queen gazed longingly at Buckingham Palace rising up in the misty distance. The trip was good for Rosie as she's been drawing the London skyline at playschool.
Guilt issues going on with Rosie's pizza party on Sunday. Didn't want to invite the whole class but she's talked about it non-stop and now I've invited people out of guilt and the bill's going to be huge.
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