OMG, I may be a pescatarian who ate her last hamburger in 1991, but I would so wear these Honeyee stacking bangles, unashamed fatarse that I am. Well, y’know, if I had a spare ninety quid lying around, which I totally haven’t.
Work wise, things are looking a mite grim, playmates. The contract on which I depend to keep my head above water come the start of the academic year has been rather dramatically slashed. So I may not be around quite so much for the foreseeable, engaged as I am with wailing, garment rending, teeth-gnashing and trying to drum up work elsewhere. I’ve a few fingers in a couple of miniature Mr Kiplings but nothing’s set in stone. (Mix metaphors, why don’t I?). So keep your digits crossed for me, tumblr. I could do with some prayers and a break before September’s out.