Sensuous?

Its raining....that cold rain that somehow drips into the top of your shoes and catches you on the ear even if you are wearing a hat and twirling a brolly. I went for a walk in it to try to snap myself out of the lethargy that has cocooned me this afternoon but it just made me more melancholy. I had to go to Boots chemist to get some sun screen for my trip to Zambia in a couple of weeks and in a moment of irrationality I sprayed myself with a perfume called ‘Sensuous’. Not just my wrist but my neck too. (Well it said ‘Sensuous’ and I am ever hopeful). It reeked. The man next to me in the checkout queue began to choke and I had to rush out before I caused an international incident. I have been leaving a tell-tail stench behind me like the vapour trail of a Boeing 747 since leaving the shop. It will probably take two baths and a whole lot of extra flannel to de- ‘Sensuous’ myself.. Sigh….

Days like these should be spent in bed with someone or playing cards with friends or juggling children. As a bachelorette I make my own fun…no no..goodness…what filthy minds you have. No I mean sorting through clothes for second hand shops, writing lists, eating soup from the pan to save on washing up, idling on social networking sites and watching the DVDs I only got out because I had a ‘get one get one free’ card from Blockbuster. Vegging out is the phrase I believe.

There is of course work to be done. I had forgotten, in all the excitement of writing a book, that I was supposed to be applying for an MA course at two prestigious universities and I now only have a week to do so. I should be experimenting with my new camera. I should be writing my pitch for the Amazon Breakout Competition. I should be looking for jobs but hell, it’s Sunday and it’s raining and that perfume seems to have damaged my central nervous system. I am incapable of ‘deep thought’ or action. I drift in a cloud of ‘Sensuous’ that is beginning to make me slightly nauseous.

Wonder if it keeps mosquitoes away...?