Dutifully fronted up on the Barbican yesterday to bung a few masterpieces in some new Bistro. One had thought One was doing a favour for The N Person, but no, according to Posh J, he was doing One one. Ah well, dunnit anyway, so hopefully will flog something, though can’t quite see the great unwashed forking out many hundreds of pounds for a pic when all they went in for was a pasty and a pee.
Have left Kaya a bit depleted though, so au contrere to having a ‘Come Dine with Me’ TV fest and a snuggle on the sofa under me blankie, shall have to sharpen me paintbrush and knock a big one out for Monday.
Could really kick something or someone today. No particular reason, just in more of a bad temper than usual. As was Boy when I biffed up at his gaff to take him to work, complete with freshly laundered shirts. He had a face like a wet weekend and was a surly little shite to boot!
Have been reduced to shopping in Lidl, did you ever, Dear Reader!
One! One who had a slave to get One’s groceries when residing in Hampstead, whilst, of course, another looked after Boy and yet another cleaned me gaff whilst she awaited delivery of One’s laundry.
Ah well, at least have had it all at some point! AND am most adaptable. As long as One has a plentiful supply of Pinot Grigio and access to a Vindaloo on a Friday night, One is reasonably affable to all and sundry.
BUT THAT DOES NOT INCLUDE…
The eejits in Lidl, who this morning had covers over all the refrigerated section. Obv everyone was avoiding those areas assuming they were closed.
‘Can you tell me when the refrigerated section will be open again?’ enquired Lovely One, having offloaded the entire contents of trolley onto the conveyor belt.
‘Oh they ain’t shut. They can’t get the temperature right so the shutters are down. Did you want something?’
‘WELL NOT NOW,’ One spat through gritted teggies, ‘and don’t you think it would be a good idea to put some kind of notice to that effect on them?’
THE GORMLESS EEJIT JUST SAT THERE WITH HIS GOB OPEN.