On shoes, colleagues and the changing seasons

Liz‎'s footwear is now apparently her colleagues' main indicator for the change of season: "Liz - you're wearing shoes...it must be spring!" [Presume they mean as opposed to boots. Definitely have not been barefoot for the last 4 months.]

On divine fitness regimes

Liz suspects that having to run for the train after the gym is God's way of telling her that her workout wasn't good enough.

On celebrity spotting at church

Liz has stood on a chair to do many things, but not (until today) to see Madonna.

On depressed Saturday nights

Liz is in her pj's, under the duvet & watching When Harry Met Sally. This could be an unhappy end to Saturday...

On over ambitious sleep aspirations

Liz is going back to bed in the hope that on waking, full sanity will be restored.

On pain in the name of beauty

Liz is wondering at what point the number of plasters required to wear the pretty red shoes with some degree of comfort outweighs the prettiness?

On complimentary football thugs

Liz has decided that "We love your purple wellies" is probably the most affirming thing ever to be shouted by a Millwall fan.

On the inspirational power of special shoes

Liz has decided that packing for week's camping will be a whole heap more fun if she prances around in her purple wellies while doing it.

On creating domestic excitement

Liz has heightened the excitement of washing up by having to get everything clean before all the water drains out of the small hole in the washing up bowl.

On football and blindness

Liz is wondering whether the fact that she didn't bother putting on her glasses till half time says more about the level of excitement of the final or her level of interest in it.

On religious colleagues and a fortune telling octopus

Liz has decided that the problem with working for the church is that people think way too much. Ridiculous conversation of the day: does Paul the octopus have a soul and will he be upset if he gets the result wrong?

On ridiculous early morning phone calls

Liz dearly loves receiving phone calls from her sibling and is always grateful for disused underground station factoids, she's just not such a big fan when these things happen at 7.45am on a day off.

On episcopal accidents

Liz just had a 'nearly colliding with the Archbishop of Canterbury' incident.

On over-sized stationery #2

Liz has decided that A1 Post-It notes are officially 8 times more exciting than A5 Post-It notes.

On stationery excitement #1

Liz didn't know you could get A5 Post-It notes - officially the highlight of the day so far.

On historic office paraphernalia

Liz heard a strange noise emanating from a far-corner of the office. After 5 minutes pondering and confusion, it was revealed to be a (dusty) fax machine.

On mathematical office equipment

Liz is using a calculator - an actual calculator. Proper old skool...

On indigenous clothing

Liz never wishes she actually owned a grass skirt more than when she sees 'guests are encouraged to wear their national dress' on invitations...

On being a bit dappy

Liz wondered why the shower seemed unusually steamy and then realised she still had her glasses on.

On the National Theatre's idea of art

Liz has spent the evening watching a play about rent boys with her mother. Quality family entertainment.

On evil stationery

Liz has just stabbed herself in the back with a biro.

On shell-shaped chocolates

Liz has decided Guylian fruits de mer are as far as she's willing to experiment with sea food.

On thinking far too much about the plot of Glee

Liz is struggling to suspend disbelief that Rachel can't recognise Idina Menzel's voice, when we know that Defying Gravity's her all-time favourite showtune. A ridiculous thing to worry about? Quite possibly.

On acting stupidly in the midday sun

Liz is tinged pink thanks to the sun and a teeny bit of embarrassment.

On being uncannily similar to Rachel from Glee

Liz: ‎"I'm like Tinkerbell - I need applause to live!"

On rare cricketing victories

Liz is savouring the presence of the phrase 'England thrash Australia' on the Guardian homepage...it'll probably be a while before that appears again.

On lessons learnt while hair styling

Liz has now learnt not to multi-task when one of the tasks involves super-hot curling tongs.

On friends' bizarre purchasing choices

Liz still cannot believe she witnessed the purchasing of not one, but three slankets this afternoon.

On the importance of exercising your democratic rights

Liz has a message for those who don't think their vote counts: Fermanagh & South Tyrone has just returned a MP with a 4 vote majority. That's FOUR votes people - how gutted would you be if you'd just not got around to voting...

On near disenfranchisement owing to fire

Liz had many thoughts going through her mind whilst locked out of the gym for an hour with just her gym kit & iPod. Catching hypothermia, dying from embarrassment by being outside in public in vest & shorts and wondering what caused the fire were sidelined by the fear that she might not make it to the polling station in time. [She made it - in her gym kit.]

On her inability to get through ticket barriers and the evil-ness of TfL

Liz suffered the double humiliation of getting stuck in a ticket barrier and being yelled at by a TfL employee this morning. In future she will not ask for help to get unstuck and will instead remain in the barriers all day...

On clergy encouraging political violence

Liz was encouraged by a vicar to kick any Conservatives she passed on her way out of church, but resisted the urge to do so. Moral high ground taken and faith in clergy restored.

On unsuitable film choices when broken-hearted

Liz reckons tonight is probably not the night to watch He's Just Not That Into You and will instead edify her mind with her film choice, possibly via something subtitled...

On sagely advice

Liz is enjoying the irony of the fact that she's dispensing the advice she should have taken herself an awfully long time ago. Clearly wisdom doesn't come with age...

On the damage summer does to feet

Liz has feet that are covered in a patchwork of assorted plasters - unicorns, Snoopy, Mr Bump, clear and cushioned - she's walking the fine line between needing blister protection and triggering her plaster allergy...

On moments of cheer during days of despair

Liz was suitably cheered on her long walk home by a random man in a cloak shouting at her: "Cheer up! I'm the goth - you should be smiling!"

On divine diets

Liz resisted ordering amazing pub chips at lunch, but it turned out God wanted her to have some and ensured their delivery. Free food's calorie-free though, surely?

On the parental dangers of blogging

Liz has just discovered her parents have weekly "let's discuss what Liz has written on her blog" sessions and keep score of how many times they get mentioned. How can this be normal?

On appropriate locations for whipped cream

Liz‎'s thoughtless comment of the day: "there's an appropriate place for whipped cream - on top of coffee in Starbucks is not it."

On new shoes & blood stains

Liz forgot the golden rule of new shoe wearing - always have plasters. Another good thing about red shoes: the blood stains don't show...

On over-exaggerating a friend's mistakes while driving

Liz has never achieved so much with so few syllables. One "errrrrrmmmmmm!" was all it took to save not just one, but two lives...

On new shoes versus work

Liz was overjoyed to reach her desk this morning - though this was more to do with the shoebox sat on it (containing shiny red shoes) than the excitement of another day's work.

On political disillusionment

Liz is not watching the debate and is instead cleaning the bathroom. That's how disillusioned she's become with British politics. Her former politics teachers would be so sad...

On family members affected by volcanic ash

Liz is relieved that both family members that were stranded on the wrong side of different bits of water (Manchester & Germany) now have alternative transport home. Fortunately neither have had to resort to swimming.

On blindness and parents

Liz travelled to Manchester and back without her glasses and got 20mins with her Dad. Two achievements, though fortunately after 28 years she's now able to identify her father despite visual impairment.

On being prepared for marriage

Liz has just discovered a wedding dress at the back of her cupboard of junk...sometimes she really does take 'be prepared' far too seriously.

On random Friends trivia

Liz has just heard the best piece of TV trivia courtesy of E4's continuity announcer: "This is the first episode of Friends ever shown on E4 and this is the 65th time it's been on."

On sororal telepathy and dressing

Liz has successfully dressed without wearing the same outfit as her sister - unlike yesterday. Crazy sororal telepathy...

On sisterly arguments resulting from diets

Liz would like some clothes back from her sister, having given them to her when they no longer fitted. Now that they'll fit again, Liz would like to wear them but her sister says that this is quite unreasonable. Who's right?

On Spotify's errant recommendations

Liz: no Spotify, Harry Secombe is not someone I might like to listen to.

On diet achievements

Liz is celebrating 52 weeks : 53 pounds