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.