Working...my way through the TV

I know I'm supposed to be working hard, looking for work but how could I? There's just too much to distract me. There are the afternoon naps, emergency facials, turning down offers for affairs (well, technically just one offer but a very persistent one), the impromptu pedicures, lunches with friends, the after (somebody else's) work drinks... and all that cooking on TV.

There's Nigella, there's Masterchef Australia, there are the Cupcake Girls and then there's that delightful Swedish Leila, baking her way straight into my heart (and waistline). 

And as I watch them do their magic; looking so serene and stress-free I am once again reminded how there are people out there, doing that for living! Couldn't I, too,  do that instead? Just run my own little deli somewhere where the sun always shines and people are clamouring for my home-made foccaccia and the bagels, the recipe for which I actually inherited from my great aunts (see- there must be some Jewish blood in me!) Couldn't I?

The only place I've discovered so far where the sun always really seems to shine is Kinshasha (not in a metaphorical sense, but in the actual weather forecast sort of manner) And I'm not sure even I'm that desperate for foccaccias. 

That,by the way, will be the title of my autobiograpy, once I've achieved something worth writing about (though the lack of it doesn't seem to stop me now either...): "The Sun Always Shines In Kinshasha".

So, I keep half-heartedly penning application after application, hoping that those red jeans will get a call for a job interview. 

Provided I still fit in them- after all that Nigella-inspired chorizo- couscous-bake that was on the menu last night I'm not too sure...