And We Spend The Rest

We Both Gaze Down At My Swollen Tummy For A While. I Still Can't Quite Get My Head Round The Fact That There's A Baby Inside My Body. Which Has Got To Come Out... Somehow. Ok, Let's Not Go There. There's Still Time For Them To Invent Something.

For Years Now I've Kind Of Operated Under An Informal Shopping Cycle. A Bit Like A Farmer's Crop Rotation System. Except, Instead Of Wheat, Maize, Barley, And Fallow, Mine Pretty Much Goes Clothes, Makeup Shoes, And Clothes (i Don't Bother With Fallow). Shopping Is Actually Very Similar To Farming A Field. You Can't Keep Buying The Same Thing, You Have To Have A Bit Of Variety. Otherwise You Get Bored And Stop Enjoying Yourself.

... What Would Poirot Do? Poirot Wouldn't Flap Around In A Panic. He'd Stay Calm And Use His Little Grey Cells And Recall Some Tiny, Vital Detail Which Would Be The Clue To Everything.

If It's In The Bin, It's Public Property.

I've Always Had This Deep-down Conviction That I'm Not Like Everybody Else, And There's An Amazingly Exciting New Life Waiting For Me Just Around The Corner.