Pigheaded

What happened to me today? I honestly cant remember. It blends so seamlessly into so many other London days. Restless night. Got up. Washed. Dressed. Decided I couldn't be bothered with make-up. Went to work. Got an incredible coffee from the Italian girls at Costa. Got into work. Tried to deal with work issues - in particular two trades that were enigmas to all of us and made no sense. Emailed friends. Looked at the papers. Dealt with more work issues. Decided I needed another coffee. More work. Wondered why I was working so hard as I am leaving. And thus the day drifted into a sort of amorphous nothingness. Like so many others.

I am so glad I am going. Life is too short for days that become a list of things that you cant remember by the end of the day.

Actually I did read an interesting blog, that became strangely compulsive reading and I intend to buy her book, called Tout Sweet about a beauty and fashion editor who moved to France and restored a cottage there, broke up with one boyfriend, got a dog, found another crazy boyfriend who she was clearly more in love with than the first and that (somewhat ironically) is as far as I have got.... Something to look forward to for tomorrow at least.

I gave me a slight moment of worry as if that kind of life change, from west London to France whilst keeping a vaguely similar career is the stuff of books it makes my idea of continental move, complete career change and setting up my own business seem vaguely off the chart. Am I being over ambitious / ballsy or just plain idiotic? Watch this space. I am hoping I am just too ballsy to consider that it might not work? Shall we stick to that one?
[For ballsy please feel free to insert pigheaded at your discretion.]

AT LEAST I WONT BE BORED!!!!