I am living inside of a building that is 100% grey on the outside and 98% eggplant(aubergine)purple on the INSIDE. The walls, skirting boards, doors.... its endless dark purple everywhere.

At first it was interesting, then dark, now I think it's starting to send me a little funny.

Of course, I did just walk for 3 hours then smoke a bit of a joint on the way back to the purple palace.

My days are so... ODD! We wake up, have a family cuddle on the bed then get ready for breakfast in the brazzerie.

G had tea and toast with fresh 'preserves' (arsehole way of saying 'jam') followed by a croissant with butter and more poncy jam.

E starts with a pain au chocolat then has eggs benedict with ketchup (classy baby) which is a bit gross if you ask me but as it comes with bacon it works out quite well for me as I always have:

grapefruit, pineapple and bacon

After breakfast surrounded by people acting very civilised, G walks 2 minutes to work and I head back to the hotel room to make myself look like I like in this hotel before E and I wander round the city for hours on end. We have lunch in cafe's, play hide and chase in John Lewis and feed the birds bits of Ritz crackers.

We head home around 12 or 1 and E has a 2 hour nap while I catch up on emails and make travel arrangements or whatever. Then we usually head out again to meet with friends or shop.

Dinner is often a microwave meal but as I eat very little anyway I'm hardly bothered. The 3 of us have shared many an asda curry since moving into limbo.

We have a flight into Heathrow Thursday morning, are having lunch in London then have an afternoon flight into Toronto where some random driver will pick us up and drop us off at the new hotel that will be our home until we find our own.

I love my life!