Ramblings first. Humdrum weekend, domestic tasks needed to be done so girded up the old loins and decided first up was to defrost the freezer. Now my motto is, as you all know by now, 'Housework won't kill you but why take the chance?' but there is a Time in the affaris of man when Taken at the Flood....whoops wrong quotation, that one simply cannot ignore it any longer. Not saying my flat is dirty, it isn't but it probably is a tad dusty now and then and when viewing the stalactites and stalagmites in my freezer knew something had to be done.
So unloaded freezer, put everything in the bath with window open to keep it cool, and started. For some reason I decided to pull the freezer right out and view what was behind. Mistake. Spent about 15 mins on hands and knees with bleach bottle and sponge, dipped knee in bleachy bit by mistake and now have white and black leggings, formerly black. No matter they were my crappy ones anyway but a bit annoying.
Anyway, all done and freezer filled up and slotted back in and viewed the pools of water on kitchen floor, no matter how hard I try this always happens, in for a penny in for a pound, so squirted Fairy liquid over it all, back down on hands and knees and scrubbed kitchen floor. So all now clean and shiny and lovely and decided that the fridge could wait till another day, had already paid my dues.
OK still with me?
Afternoon catching up on emails and sorting out books, I now have two bags full for the charity shop, reorganised my TBR shelves and tried to banish feelings of guilt that I have yet to read and reveiw these, and then supper cooked sat down for Strictly. Thank goodness back in the studio this week after the Wembley shriekfest. Goes without saying that all week on It Takes Two this show was hailed as the greatest ever despite the fact that all the papers, message boards and forums were saying it was DIRE. But there is the BBC for you.
Aliona has finally twigged that it would be a good idea to have some decent dance choreography for Harry and their Quickstep was excellent. Rest of the night was pretty mediocre with Robbie Savage ripping his trousers off to shrieks from daft women in the audience. Doesn't take much it seems. Anita went, we all knew an hour after the show when it was all over the internet but we had to wait for the pathetic results show with everyone referring to 'Saturday' and 'last night' when we all know that it is bloody well filmed on the same evening. The BBC say they make no claims that it is live so why do they bother? Was watching the tennis on BBC2 on Sunday so recorded it and best way really as I could fast forward through the utter naffness of it all and avoid the Superstar, of whom I have usually never heard, shrieking his/her latest opus while dancers ponce around in front of them. Best bit was Anton and Erin doing a Viennese waltz. More please.
Sanity restored after the first show on Saturday when I spent two hours on the sofa not moving a muscle or blinking an eyelid while I watched The Killing 2. Totally streets ahead of anything we produce and great stuff. Will be raving about this more as weeks go by.
OK now we get to The Rant so those of you who don't like My Rants look away now.
Pippa Middleton has reportedly signed a £400,000 deal to write a book on 'party planning'. I think most of us when planning a party would just sling in several buckets of wine, a few take away pizzas, invite your friends and cross your fingers, but to be fair Pippa moves in circles where this sort of party is a tad infra dig, unless of course all the Hooray Henrys think to have such a party would be screamingly funny. So I am sure her book already has hundreds and thousands of people straining at the leash.
It seems that it is not to be published until next autumn, after the Queen's Jubilee Celebrations as she does not wish to 'cash in on her royal connections'. I would like to say words fail, but they don't. In fact, I can think of too many but will not post them here on Random.
Until this news emerged, I was beginning to feel rather sorry for Pippa. OK yes she seems to be lapping up all the celebrity, all the publicity etc but then she is dumped by her boyfriend who cannot hack all the attention she now seems to seek, and is rather aimlessly swinging in the wind. However, this deal has changed my mind and I foresee disaster ahead for this young lady. She has been in the shadow of her sister now for several years and will be so for the rest of her life. The Duchess of Cambridge is already being portrayed in the press as the New Diana, caring and sharing and empathising with old and young, sick and needy. Not her fault, it is the tabloids who do it. Already I can see shaping up the Diana/Fergie scenario - the press have to have somebody to pillory and I fear it is going to be Ms Middleton and I would have hoped that her parents would have come down hot and heavy on this and warned her of the consequences. Let us hope Her Maj gives her one of her famous Miss Piggy looks and lets her know what she thinks. Surely PM must realise that this is going to cause her more trouble than joy?
OK rant nearly over but cannot finish without suggesting that if Pippa needs a follow up tome, I do feel one entitled Tennis Matches I have Attended from Best Seats in the House might be a good idea. At Queen's in the summer, President's box at the French Open, Royal Box at Wimbers and yesterday front row at the O2 Arena for the final of the Federer/Tsonga match. How did I know this? Well, as per, the BBC kept zooming in on her just to let us know. The combo of The Fed winning yet another match and Miss M was all too much to bear so I switched off.
So there you have it, when the Daily Mail, the Sun et al start pitching in on her, remember my words of warning though I don't think I am alone, comments left on various websites have also mentioned the Diana/Fergie scenario so it is not just me being a cow.
Or perhaps it is.
Anyway off to town now just to start the week off on a joyous note, as I have a few tiny things to get to go in Kathryn's parcel which has to be in the post to Oz this weekend. I may have to get a triple strength cappuccino with lashings of choc on top to help me through this ordeal.
I will be in a better mood tomorrow as I am going to have a massage, tea with my dear friend Rosemary, and then on Wednesday off to London to look after utterly scrumptious Florence and then Thursday to London again to lunch with friends so lots of happy things to come.
Au reservoir.
