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fish oil is good for your brain, yes.

I put the dress up on eBay. Looking around it looks like most people are asking a lot less, but most of them also have far fewer photos. So here's hoping. If it doesn't sell, I can always re-list it.

And I put pictures up on the corset.

I have several boxes of pink semi-permanent hair colour that I bought from a pound shop but don't really like. Not sure if I can be bothered eBaying them, because by the time I've paid postage and PayPal fees I won't get much.

I want a one of these but it isn't going to happen anytime soon. And I'll always be able to buy more shiny for my money later rather than sooner. And really since the PDA is sorted now the next computery stuff I buy really ought to be, um, a computer. Still tempted by the latest Mac laptops.

Did laundry and some gardening; had gazpacho for lunch. Need to do some more laundry now, and hem my Aikido trousers, do the washing up, and tidy up.

claire_wain is very kindly loaning me a horn mute, so the panic about that is off for the time being. It rained a little again, not nearly enough. I'm going to have to leave watering instructions for

mstevens if I want any of my plants to be alive when I get back.

I really, really want to do some non-mending sewing before I go away, but I have no idea when I'll have a chance to do it. Grah. I want to make pretty, comfortable summer dresses. Instead I'll be hemming two pairs of trousers and patching a sarong (the pruple and black spider one that the mouse ate a hole in when I was using it as a tablecloth in Islington and put a chocolate cake underneath a stainless steel soup pan and the daft mouse tried to burrow under to get at the cake. I make good cake, okay?). Oh and patching these shorts which I discovered today have a hole in them, not sure if I snagged them on something or what but the hole needs to be fixed.

Forgot to drop off my repeat prescription request this morning, and on Thursday afternoons hte practice is shut, and I can't remember if they open Saturday mornings. Arse. I'm leaving on Saturday. I need more citalopram to take with me. Arse thorns. Arse thorns with little barbs what have concentrated ricin in them. I guess I go tomorrow, hope that I get Good Cop receptionist (as opposed to Bad Cop receptionist, who will go out of her way to be as unhelpful as possible), and see what the most logical thing to do is. Possibly they can phone the prescription through to a chemist in Somerset or something like that.

I am out of cocoa powder. This is annoying rather than disastrous.

I am looking forward to getting out of London. I am looking forward to spending a week with

hairyears, but not much looking forward to not seeing

pfy for two weeks straight. And I won't see my housemate until I get back either and he's been on holiday since last Friday so I won't have seen him for three weeks. Weird.

Off I go to do all domestic-like things.