damson...cheese

it's just one of those days. i accidently won ebay so now i need to scrape together eight whole pounds to give to a guy from middlesex. keria knightley is from middlesex apparently, but then im not sure its a reason, disliking someone for being overly pretty and pouty. though she is really. and i wouldnt mind except today i discovered people really are beastly. i hate the general public, well no thats not true i find them comforting and amusing, no i hate the one bloke i saw waltzing out of the antique shop clutching the first and most beautiful stool i ever recovered in this gorgeous simon boyd end of line can never buy any more ever pink and brown flowers. i loved that material, loved loved loved, it was perfect all swirly and fluffy and it took for jolly ever to fit and and oooh i was mad this guy had the audacity nay the nerve cheek and it had the cutest cabriole legs to tear its label adn switch it with a reeally naffy not in the least bit attractive hideous victorian stick legged obviously not worth my stools label and i wouldnt mind but well yes i did mind fifty pounds difference i minded, esp since discovering ebay and autumn shoes my beautiful stool gone to live in his horrid house, as you can tell its still a little fresh, ive got over the wanting to sacrifice him to the heathen gods but really i think it nearly comes under well not stealing but stealing. so to make up we had filo pastry and icecream for tea, and are going fairy outfit shopping on tuesday . humph. unhappy smile tonight.