Fanta in the Morning

I wake on L and T's couch, put on my skirt and shirt, stuff my stockings in my small elegant handbag, grab my races hat and head to Jesters for a sausage roll and Fanta. Even in Newtown it feels a bit shameful to be appearing on the street in this condition. Young mums and dads sitting with their children in the park in the sunshine make me feel guilty. I speed progress to the next couch of the day - my own.

The thing that eventually gets me off the couch is a hazy recollection that there are things about last night's blog that didn't quite work. Vanity propels me to Not Only Internet. Is it wrong to change it retrospectively?

Text from Lisa: she says be sure to include falling asleep on the sheepskin rug and snoring elegantly.The power to remove memories is seeming increasingly valuable. Off to chemist for blue hair dye.