It's been nearly three years. I thought we had agreed to a truce.
Sure, there was that incident in the apartment building hallway, but the terms of the agreement weren't breached. They have the rest of the world, just not anywhere inside my apartment.
Last night, the truce was breached...
If one is feeling a little down and out, can I suggest setting up a laptop on a balcony on a balmy Spring afternoon and blogging while munching on a date scone?
Works for me!
It must be the weather. The sun is out, the air is warm and soft with the smell of blossoms. Spring is just around the corner and I just can't get the smile off my face.
Not even idiot clients from hell can bring me down right now.
And while I'm happy and grateful to be alive, here's Lady Miss Tree's top three signs that it must be love:
Yup, it's Spring and the sap is rising.
Just in case you were wondering where the monkeys were in the last couple of entries, never fear. I haven't forgotten them.
I've just lost them.
An awful lot of them.
Note to self: despite how comfortable and elegant and swishy those black, double-layer chiffon trousers look for work, in daylight they are completely see-through.
Bugger.
Oh boy, it's that time of year again. Yes, that time of year when my clients demonstrate that they are clearly too stupid to live and should be voted off the island.
Try this on for size.
