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I had a relatively busy Wednesday; by which I mean I was up before noon. Off into town and then out to Baggot Street to do some errands, it meant I was hanging around town at lunchtime.

It was sort of surreal to see the working people rushing about, grabbing lunch, hotfooting it back to the office or meeting up with friends for a quick bite or lunch meeting. I’m sure they’d have envied me my afternoon off — but I’d have swapped with any of them rather than spend another day waiting for bedtime to roll around.

A definite feeling of envy swept through me. I miss the cameraderie of the office, the cute work outfits I’d attempt to put together with my meager wardrobe, the lunches out or even at my desk. But mostly I miss the feeling of usefulness, of being needed; even if it is just as an office drone.

My melancholy was soon lifted though, because I was meeting the brilliant Pamela for lunch. We had great chats over our Cafe Boulevard sandwiches; with topics ranging from work, to play, to the very serious - boytalk.

Of all the things I’ve been distracting myself with this week, that day’s productive thing has been the most valuable - making a new friend :)

In a former life, I used to blow up balloons for a living. Luckily for me, they still need a hand every now and again - like last weekend! I popped in (har har) for a few hours to blow balloons and help the nice people plan their parties.

One customer said to me, “you’re in an awfully happy mood today!” I pointed out to him that being grumpy doesn’t really fit the whole Party Shop atmosphere. But it’s never a facade of cheerfulness working there - you can’t help but smile surrounded by balloons!

I’ve been so busy I’ve forgotten to post all the things I’ve been doing! Or at least, that’s the excuse you’re getting. Here’s my productive thing for yesterday - fixing my bed, which has been squeaky, creaky and breaky since I bought it a few weeks ago.

Of course, when I say I fixed my bed, I mean I bribed a strapping young man to do it for me. In exchange for shepherd’s pie and smooches. A great deal, I think… not only is my bed not broken anymore, I had a great view while I perused my magazine.

Some snaps from our lazy Sunday. Not one useful or productive thing was done today, but that’s ok. It is a day of rest, after all.

And so, to work off the cheesecake, we went swimming. Except we did that before we had the cheesecake. A pre-emptive workout, if you will. It was less lengths and more messing about with noodles, but exercise is exercise… is productive. Much fun was had until my beloved whapped me in the eye with a float. Cheers, darling.

Baking is my favourite way to spend an afternoon — mostly because I always get to lick the bowl. Today’s productive dish was an easy-peasy lemon cheesecake. It turned out super tangy, and highly delicious. Let’s see how long it lasts… I give it til Sunday at the latest.

Easing myself into this productivity lark gently. The one (and only) thing I did today was have a late-night bath. My excuses? A ton of Lush goodness to get through, and a hot date with my fella tomorrow. The resultant soft girlyness counts as an improvement to his life, surely?