I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself...

Blimey, my organisational skills have surpassed all expectations. I'd started the day with a huge "To-Do" list and I've already finished it, even managing to squeeze in a long chat with my darling Helga and popping out for coffee with a mate.

The cats are acting like they know we're leaving them, following us around the house and playing weird. Stephen Squirrel managed to get himself stuck between the duvet and the cover whilst I was changing the bed whilst Polly Piglet has tried to get into my holdall.

I've sorted my holiday jewellery....

Three tribal chokers, toe rings, tribal anklets, 10 pairs of earrings plus my usual silver bangles & rings.

...and my make-up bag.

Clarins make-up mirror, No 7 highlighter, Bourjois pencil sharpener, No 7 black eyeliner, Indian kohl pencil, 2 x Benefit lipglosses and a Bobbi Brown creme blush/lip pencil packed away in my vintage toilet bag.

The holdalls are locked, luggage tags written and we've got a whole day left!

My roots are tinted, toe nails painted and eyebrows plucked. I've just got to apply some semi-permanent eyelashes and I'm good to go.

So it's chilling out, hippy-style, resisting the temptation to tear open my bag and squeeze another frock in the gap.

Crimplene maxi, knee-high boots and vintage leather jacket (all charity shop finds).