Note to self…Use a plate

Yesterday morning I dropped the juicy innards of a steak and potato slice down my front while waiting to get into my studio building.

Classy.

I wiped myself down best I could in the circumstances. As a result of this, to add to the glamour fest that is presently my life, I smelled like a steak and potato slice for a large part of the day. That is, up to the point when I tried a more complete cleanup job and started smelling of anti viral wipe with a hint of steak and potato slice.

There are advantages to to zoom classes after all.

Last week I received a fake invite for the Covid vaccination. I was suspicious as I hadn’t expected to be so near the top of the list, then came the request for money. I was deflated, positively pissed off.

So imagine my surprise when I got the real invite shortly after. Both Cornflake and I are getting done this Friday morning.

I’m feeling unexpectedly excited by this turn of events. Perhaps because London is getting back into work regardless of what the government says, and the obvious risks. The jab will make me feel safer going about my business.

Marmalade thinks the reason I’m excited is because it’s something to put in my diary and somewhere to go.

Probably.