With the film festival season hot in nottinghill, my landlord has invited me to accompany him to watch a couple of films this evening. He reckons we can sit in the bar and enjoy drinks and the ambience...(provided i don't mind being seen with a geriatric ), he said.

I don't. I have a perfect yellow simmer dress to wear. Yes, after my "fat day" issues, i got a dress at a bargain at H&M. they are having a sale there. I tried the size10 first and since it is scoop neck and not to be woen with a bar(or underwear for that matter), it seemed too comfortable around the boobs. So i went off and looked for a size8. mmmh, not bad. I have thought of getting a safety pin or a little brooch to close the gap in the boobs area because i am afraid one or both might spill out while i am sitting and talking or gesticulating wildly.

I have also toyed with the idea of taking the dress back. I'll decide at 5:30pm.

Oh, Deciever is going to be there, he has aske to see me last friday and i told him i was out, have a very busy social life and will try and squeeze in a lunch sometime this week. I think he'll die when he sees me in this dress. I'll just go home and have a good laugh

I found a couple of guests at the house on saturday when i returned from work. My landlord asked me to join them for a drink and he was playing some really cool music. He started playing some calypso and got up and danced with this woman, who had been gyrating againt the door frame. She told me that's how she used to practice dancing when she was younger. I think she was practising for other things. My landlord and she danced rather intimately i thought and he ran his hand under her skirt at one point when they were getting down. when she sat down, facing my direction, she lifted her skirt up a little as if to get some fresh air. I only saw a lot of pink there and it wasn't knickers. I mentioned later to my landlord that his friend wasn't wearing knickers and he said to me "that's ok, we used to have really ild parties". The woman is in her 6os!

Her boyfriend/lover or whatever was coming on to me a lot. telling me that a man his age(51yrs) or any man for that matter is always turned on by a young good looking woman. I did get up to dance at one time. Mybe i shouldn't have, his stare was too intent.

I soon made my excuses and went to bed.

Not a bad way to end an arduous day