I'll give you a hint, it's not the cat.
My head's bin bizzy.
Juggling the days, studying circus mind-tricks, brushing up on my poor Italian (including The Phoenix), cramming an English teaching course, organising a house move.
Tired.
This is what I wore to a house inspection this afternoon.
It certainly raised a few eyebrows from passers-by and several dog-walkers nearly lost their leashes (and dogs).
The 1960s frock was a gift from the divooooon Miss L of The Princess Prudence Diaries.
It arrived a few weeks ago at knee-length, but today it was mid-thigh.
Aaaah I love it!
Meanwhile, I'm obsessed once more with The The's Soul Mining album, which was my bedtime lullaby at age 17.
It was also his first English-language film.
Riveted.
That's the only way I can describe my response to the first viewing.
He introduces us to his unique brand of horror-thriller, with confronting camera angles, surrealism and the good old door peep-hole shots.
Catherine Deneuve plays Carol, a young woman who completely loses her mind while cooped up for two weeks alone in her apartment.
I now know that leaving a skinned rabbit out of the fridge for some company, is a sure sign of a need for some home help.
Top tip.