Breakfast at Sissy's

When your day starts with the question: "Is it wrong for me to consume a naked picture of my little sister?", and is closely followed by your elder sibling emerging from the kitchen with your little legs dangling from her mouth, spraying your icing limbs all over you as she laughs -you know it's going to be a good day.

"I'm not naked, I'm wearing a bikini, so you're fine" I answered. "Eating bikini-clad pictures of your sister is perfectly acceptable. What's wrong, is the fact that you're eating cake for breakfast, and said cake is now three days old."

So, three days on from close of votes and what has my life become? Well, I've temporarily moved in with my friend Adelaide, which is basically the same thing as living in a 5* hotel, but without the bill. Her catch phrases are "I've just made some fresh coffee, would you like some?", and "just to let you know, I've turned on your electric blanket, so it will be all warm when you get in bed". Heaven. All my friends are green with envy and attempting to feign homelessness to get the same royal treatment.

On the negative side, my dire money situation left me with no choice but to face up to the two options ahead of me:

1) To take a promo job selling bean bags, which would destroy my soul but provide me with instant cash.

2) To die on the street.

It probably shouldn't have taken me as long to decide as it did. But, when you've had the best job in the world dangling in front of your nose for a few weeks, it's difficult to return to a job where the highlight of your day is eating two free packets of Mars Planets that another promo girl is giving out. By the end of hour one of my first shift, I'd already used up all of my standard time-passing techniques*, and had to harness all my willpower to prevent myself from running out of the door during the remaining 7 hours of beany hell.

Today, though, is a glorious day. It's my day off, and voting is over! I've had breakfast at Sissy's and now I'm finally ready to face the world and socialise again. I can have coffee with friends without having to slip in the words "Have you voted today?", I can sit and watch the world go by in Trafalgar Square, read my book, and dance the night away in a latino bar. Yes. That's what Sarah Lou shall do...

Have a good day all...

*1. Working out how all of the signs within my peripheral vision would be written in Spanish and German.

2. Tap dancing.

3. Testing to see if I am yet able to link my forth finger over my fifth finger on my right hand, without the aid of my left hand (annoyingly this is still a no).

4. Imagining what my surroundings would have looked like in the Tudor era (this was pretty redundant in a building built in the 1900's).