10.05pm on Saturday, so what might I be doing? Making out the damned rota for February. What else would you do on a fine Saturday night? The full moon is making me cranky and inappropriate. I banged the table at Batman tonight, but not at him exactly. I was pretending that I was answering someone who really really really bugs the shit out of me. Bats laughed and said he wished I’d say it to them, not him.

What is it about celery? Look at it sideways, and my hands reek of it for days. I made pot roast tonight, and my hands are stinking. The pot roast is pot roasting nicely. However, tonight’s dinner of lasagne was not so successful. Tip: do not replace lasagne with penne if you run out of lasagne halfway through compounding the dish. It just makes teeth-crackingly crunchy bits. I am still not a Domestic Goddess.

I bought a frock today. It is black, with patterned sleeves, and spangles around the bottom.  I am not sure how good an idea this will be, but Batman and I are going to Gotham next weekend and I need to look like I have bought some clothes this century, apart from scrubs (not bought, of course) and cords (rediscovered in back of wardrobe). Batman will be donning academic dress, to sit on the platform and look clever. I will be clapping enthusiastically, in a spangly kind of way.

I have got a big thing for black patent this winter. I have mad sore high black patent shoes (from Clarks) and divinedarling flat black mock-croc boots from Dune. The boots have been glued to my feet for weeks. Comfort and style. Excellent.

Back to the rota. Gosh, but it’s boring. My right leg is asleep from the knee down (and my brain from the chin up).

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