pastel colours and great danes

ive had a week from hell, and a weekend of work and endless e! entertainment watching. never ever a healthy combination i tell you. this weekend faye and i are house sitting a colleague's house while she and her man are off gallivanting somewhere. the house is weird but large; it has the weird empty feeling of a holiday home, and is covered in enough pastel floral prints and boring art to be just a perfect holiday home, one that no one really loves all that much, and bumps their spare stuff in. however it does have dstv (a winner) and two dogs (major negative feature): a great dane the size of a horse that reaches my waist, and a smelly, farty poodle. strange times i tell you. for virtually the entire weekend, i have sat on the large couch, surrounded by the dogs (who seem to constantly fart and smell out the room on occasion), with my laptop endlessly editing a report for work, while ever so slightly distracted by the running gossip trash that is e!... im loving it i tell you! not much else to report really. life has simply been far too occupied with work to even mention, let alone delve into and think about and discuss.

its| killing|| me. but ive got cake, closely follwed by wine, so things should be okay for just a little while.