Will I ever get out of bed today?

Current mood: rather thoughtful-ish

Once more I am trapped under my duvet. Writing in bed is not a luxury but a necessity in my smaller-than-strictly-legal London flat.
I'm writing my latest book, "FACEBOOK FABULOUS" - a story about a London girl with a engagingly mad family who has been despatched to LA trying to sort out the chaos of her affaires de coeur by using poker as a lifestyle strategy if you have the sang froid.
Tonight I'm going out with my glorious & glamourous friend (for surely there is no reason to have any other type of friend?) Katia, which is a bit like diving into an ocean from a cliff so high you can't really be certain the ocean is there.
Katia plays online poker as does one of my husbands. My favourite ex-husband is a poker ledge and we watch Late Night Poker together he from his studio me from my flat across London. THere was a time (our salad days I believe they are called) when we travelled the world playing poker. Life was our poker hand. I had very nice frocks and shoes then only that was pre children days when I had time to my dresses and and they didn't have the affrontery to shame me. Vintage clothing can shred on you without a moments notice which can be tres tragic in conservative bhuddist & muslim type countries. The nuns were right. I should have been a nun. Mind you they would have taken a dim view of all my writing in bed business and as for two husbands quelle horreur.
The nuns always warned us that no man was good enough for girls as carefully brought up as we. Then again they told us not to enter a boy's Zone of Need and my three children bear testament to my breaking of that fine rule. So alas, no habit for moi. As it is I satisfy myself with novellas, wearing lovely jewels to cheer up the poor souls in pergatory & drenching myself in Santa Maria Novella scent. Ave Maria and god bless xx T