This week in Nausealand

Not New Zealand.

1. Am Not Allowed to go to the Spa on Friday due to my delicate condition. They offer a foot wash, shoulder massage and glass of juice for $120 instead. I told them to get fucked (not really), got off the phone and burst into tears. Then I felt like a Princess. Then I decided it was OK to be upset because I am So Tired.

2. Please to be having my permission to kick Amelia from the Spa in her wherevers, as I really Don't Like her.

3. Am So Tired as Clem has been awake for several hours every night since Friday with some viral thing. Poor love, she's so unhappy, but gosh tarnit, at 4am last night I was finding it very hard to be sympathetic.

4. Have an idea for my quilt project, watch this space.

5. I will meet your Packed To The Rafters and cup o' Jarrah and raise you one The Bachelorette and cup o' Liptons Chai Latte. And I don't even have good writing to save me, just lame Americans.

Am off

xx

P.S. Am Allowed to (mis)use capitals for my own purposes today.