I could get used to this. I've managed to get so much done with so little interruption. It felt quite weird ringing up the Mayor of London's press office for an official comment knowing that I was clad in a satin nightie and MC's boxer shorts, but hey, I could never have got away with that in the office. I only got dressed about an hour ago when somebody came round in my father's car, much to my confusion.
Last weekend dad's car disappeared. I got back to my family home after dropping my mother at the airport to find that where his green Landrover had been when we left, a mysterious blue Renault Scenic now sat instead. I actually thought I'd come to the wrong house at first. Very strange. Stranger still though, is that today, it came back. I looked out of the window and saw it parked in the road. A little crop of blond hair was peeping out of it so I went downstairs to investigate. Turns out the battery had gone flat and my mother had asked this incredibly looking chap (well done mum) to sort it out.
I am quite sure it doesn't take five days to charge a battery but he was so beautiful, I don't care what he was doing with it. I just wished I'd bothered to do my hair this morning. Apparently we've met before but I am quite, quite sure I wouldn't have forgotten a face like that.