Cup of Tea and a Chocolate Biscuit

I love these (very rare) spells when I have breathing space at work. Everything feels shiny and new.

I have time. To do stuff.

Seriously, this is how my morning went:

• Slept in till seven
• Read a magazine over breakfast
• Faffed about getting ready, so far as to get dressed, change my mind, get dressed again, curl my eyelashes (you get the picture)
• Arrived at work at nine
• Organised folders on my desktop
• Had a chat with a few eds about Cirque du Soleil, potjie competitions and London market jewellery
• Blogged

See? I'm practically a lady of leisure. Also, this afternoon I have a lunch date at The Rhubarb Room. I may even be more than an hour. Ah! Such frivolity.

Speaking of which, TRR is moving to Bree Street soon, so they're having a massive clearance sale. I was actually in two minds about blogging this in case someone gets there before me and snaps up either of these

but really, would I ever hold out on you guys? Anyway, it seems cruel for me to be there the day before payday, what with all the sheer loveliness on sale, but I suppose there's always the poor, abused, credit card.

For shame, Jade...