Pearl snake

I had a dream about a little black snake with pearly teeth. Well, actual tiny round pearls for teeth. It was a bit scary. I suppose it’s suggesting I’m paranoid about money at the moment, because I am. It’s a tough city to have even a moderate income in. And I’m probably working in one of the worst places for it too! Have to keep opening my eyes wider to see how gumpy Primrose Hill really is. All those funny little shops that are charging huge prices for their slightly dusty tat. TwentySevenTwelve – the new label by Sienna Miller and her sister (Savannah? Who cares) is available in the shop up the street. It doesn’t seem all that.

Every day I see this one woman at the Russian tea house up the street. I always look at her shoes, which are always very high-heeled. She must live close by because you couldn’t walk far in them. In fact the first time I saw her she was staggering out of a side-street at 10am. Not drunk, just wearing untenable footwear! Now I always see her in the evenings, on her laptop, outside the café. Yesterday I recognised the pumps because I’d been admiring them in the window of that shop that sells the Sienna gear. A cartoon cashregister behind my eyes went: £87.50! Had been considering them myself but somehow once you see them on somebody they do not seem as special. And that IS rather a lot for a pair of uncomfortable heels. Although they do look pretty – black satin with ever so slight rouching around the top.

I’ve seen a few other pairs that I admire round there too but I don’t even want to ask prices.