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Drawing on personal experience…

Armed with my sense of humour and a black fine liner, let’s see where this blog takes me!

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My friend suggested I use sandwich boards to continue shamelessly promoting my blog. I’m not sure I could do it. Well not before lunch anyway.

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© Kirsty Barton 2010

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If I was a super hero, I would be Captain Nasal. No doubt about it. I am over qualified – generous size nostrils and overly keen sense of smell.

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This guy… he wanted to be seen. Leather chaps, muscle top, wrap around shades (indoors), sovereign rings, beads…I mean you name it he was working it. I love people watching at airports!

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I don’t know why but I get really excited when I see the absailing window cleaners. Maybe I have missed my vocation. People watching from a whole new perspective!

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My only requirement for a new abode is somewhere to put the shelf.

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Kirsty found drowning her sorrows in wine and malteasers helped considerably.

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Another fashion disaster. ALWAYS buy medium. I bought shorts (2 pairs, not even 1 pair), wore them once. Now they have stretched so much so that I could fit a small person in them too. Saga Baga.

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Had a great chat with Kaydee this weekend. It was so good to chat to her, and see her beautiful (big) mug. I miss you kaydee xxx

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Growing old alone with a flat full of cats, is the least of my worries. The crows of Merton seem to have taken a shine to me. I refuse to be the strange old day with all the crows…

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Last weekend I met a lady in the loo, who heard some of us discussing my single status. Her eye’s lit up. Her lips glistening (I lent her a blob of lip gloss, hence the instant camaraderie)…”I know someone who is PERFECT for you…he is 42, a banker, and I am at the bar with him”. She precedes to tell me he is the one with “more hair” (the one with considerably less hair is apparently her hubby). Whilst still in the loo, she tells me she will “casually” point him out to me, and I must just give her the thumbs up, or something equally subtle if I am keen. So I go to the loo and walk back into the bar…the husband (with slightly less hair) is beaming at me – and his wife – is gesturing in some kind of hair-flick-cross-finger pointing gesture and the “perfect-for-me-banker”. No, No, NO! Hilarious. I think I would prefer the crows…

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This week at work sleeping man (business man in the office opposite, who frequently has a full on nap during work hours…I am talking feet up on the desk, lights out. No messing around.) bought something else to the mix. He was cleaning his ears. Cleanliness superseded Sleepiness this week.

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This is the lady I watched cruise round the tables at Costa in LHR and quite literally sip up all the dregs from the empty tables. People watching at its very best.

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My boss just found this in a folder on our server…not quite the image she was thinking of using to promote one of our titles! Seems like this pic broke away from the rest, just like I did.

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I just said to my boss – I’m going back to the swiss ball tonight (meaning my abs class on the swiss ball). She said how lucky I was to being going somewhere so nice – and maybe I will meet a hottie…Huh???

She thought I was going to a ball with swiss people. This is how imagine I would dress for the occasion.