WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

First passing four days with endless compliments from Frenchmen. At home my husband trying to kiss me all the time. Then today staff evaluation with my boss where I for 1,5 hours had to listen how valuable I was for the company, how creative and magnificent I am.

Am I the only one not knowing that I have cancer and only 3 months left to live?

Or did the laboratory guys really get back to my boss and say that if they ever come to Copenhagen, it will only be because of me? I have many clients that make it impossible for my boss to fire me. I don’t definitely deliver the cheapest services in town, but if my clients once use me, they will never go to someone else. It sounds like I am a prostitute, but no, I would never sleep with a client for money, I do it for free (just kidding husband, of course I take paid, how do you think I can afford so many shoes!!!).

And as this wasn’t enough, the sweet Olivier is sending me text messages and e-mails, oh boy. I would very much love to get back to Olivier, but him only being 35…hm, I am scared that NEC will arrest me for paedophilia. I might have forgotten to tell Olivier that I was married, had two kids, and that I had passed the 40 something, didn’t seem that important at 5 o’clock in the morning sharing mojitos.

I guess that I can always write to him that I have cancer and only three months to live!