Thought I should let those of you who still have me on their friend's lists for some reason or other, that I am alive & all is going well! Just got back from two weeks of exploring America & Canada with the folks & currently trying to catch up with friends like a crazy one since I've been back. Went to a bloody blinding gig (Tortoise playing at one of ATP's Don't Look Back nights, along with Chris Clark supporting!! Ohhh!!) on Tuesday with a geezer I vaguely know of the net (turns out he wasn't a crazy murderous paedo!) & had a really, really good time.

Andrew & I being friends seems to be going pretty well, despite when I get a bit too drunk & emotional, but I'm feeling far, far better than I have done recently. This being single lark is mighty strange though, especially with these subconscious 'SINGLE!SINGLE!SINGLE!' rays I must be sending out too all the complete mentalists that I walk past, causing every weirdo & pervert (from aged 'rock stars' to waiters in chinese restaurants) to turn their attention towards me! Help!

Lots of other things have happened, but shall write about those another day. Still don't have any internet in my room due to Dad forgetting to bring home to wire crimper & other such things. Looking forward to when I can waste my days with internetty goodness!

I must catch up with Neighbours after not seeing it for two months, what's going on!?!?

It's been a while, indeed! Things have been rather hectic recently, what with working & my suddenly increasing social life. Thoroughly enjoying myself though. This is just a quick round up of what's been happening, because I've been rather slack with the old journal recently, mainly due to there being no fully functioning internet connection in my room at the moment. Poo.

So, working in Colchester is as fun as always. I really enjoy myself, even though I've only been there a few weeks. The new lady (who is taking over from Debbie when she moves over to Sudbury & who I was covering for) started last week. I don't think much of her & she doesn't like me at all, which I think is mainly down to her having to ask me for help when things go wrong. Blah, old people! I'll only be there for another week & then I'm off on holiday! When I get back, I won't be needed any more, so I'll have lots of time to relax & finally get round to doing work on my disseration. Will probably try & get some agency work too, but I need a bit of a rest first!

Emily's band had their first gig the other night, so I went along to have a little dance & little cheer in their general direction. Steve (guitarist) & I had been organising Em a rather belated surprise birthday party for weeks, to go ahead at his after the gig, so I was stressing out over how we were going to pull it off. Managed to get everyone back to Steve's but it was late, people were tired & everyone ended up going home. I kipped over seeing as Em's work mates didn't have a way to get back & it didn't feel right to abandon them at the flat of a guy they'd never met before. Got very little sleep, but headed off to Ely the next day to spend the weekend with Niall. Had a top notch time though, despite the tiredness & my lucozade & chocolate bar intake on the way helped me from falling asleep at the wheel! We went to a beer festival on Saturday evening & boozed a plenty, feeling very content & good. Sunday featured lots of tea, Jelly Oceanic World, lots of Peep Show & other good things!

Went to Katie & Mike's wedding yesterday. Had a really lovely day, despite my absolutely crippling heels & managing to get one really sunburnt arm from having the window open on the drive up. The service was lovely (if not creepily god-loving) & Katie looked beautiful. I almost got a bit emotional too! The reception was great too, on the Mississippi River Boat, & lots of nice photos were taken (which will come along later). Ended up driving home again after the reception, rather than staying over because the plan was so last minute & the rooms were so expensive we decided not to. Sarah managed to keep me awake in the car on the way back, but by the time I dropped her off it was definitely time to go to bed. All in all a very good day :)

Must go & catch up on all the boring things I've not had time for recently. Photos to come soon.

The weekend was actually really nice, despite the tears & the rather melancholy situation. I met Andrew at Liverpool St around 11am & we ended walking & talking, until we reached Tower Bridge & guzzled over-priced coffee. The plan was to visit as many pubs from The Good Beer Guide based in central London as we could on a warm & busy Saturday afternoon & it was grand. We visited the Lamb in Russell Square & had lunch, then moved on to The Harp near Covent Garden. Lots of walking seemed to take place & we stumbled across an exhibition of Ramones photographs, which was pretty cool. Decided to stop off at a pub in Wimbledon seeing as it was on the way home, but it took us about fifty hot & sweaty years to find it & it was a complete disappointment seeing as it was closing for refurbishment the next day. We talked a ridiculous amount & laughed so much, everything was very laid back. We finally had a chance to talk 'properly' when we got back to Andrew's & I spent a large amount of it crying, but we agreed it was probably best just to be friends. Went out to the pub again & I cooed over very large dogs, one of whom loved me & kept shoving his head in my lap each time I stopped stroking him. Sunday featured breakfast in a cafe frequented by obnoxious snobs & drinking the last of the beer in the park in the sunshine. I managed to get home by late afternoon & nipped round to Emily's for a little while & then went round to Jack & Donna's, who's bbq was just coming to an end.

I did enjoy myself this weekend, even if it was strange & rather upsetting. I am glad I went though & got a chance to talk things though, yet still have fun with one of the people I love the most. I think it'll definitely take a long time to properly come to terms with this & understand what boundaries exist between people who go from being in a relationship for so long to being 'just friends'. It's difficult, but I'd rather we broke up now on reasonably good terms & stay friends, than stay together, end up getting annoyed & bitter towards each other then losing contact all together. I just hope that we manage to pull this one off & things don't end up becoming weird & awkward.

Commuting to Colchester is knackering me out. It actually took me 50 minutes to get to work today (which I suppose did also involve parking & locking my car in the compound & then walking up the road to the dealership, but still!).I mentioned to Nikki on the phone earlier that I should just stay there & camp out in the car. I could adopt my Ray Mears survival techniques! Must sleep!

Firstly, thanks to all of you who replied to my last post. Things have been difficult, but are getting better & you're kind words really helped. Secondly, I'm abso-bloody-exactly knackered.

Things have been going at full force over the past few weeks. I am now the proud owner of a green N-reg Corsa (it's technically half Emma's too), which I was in desperate need of to drive to work & such like, as getting lifts with Dad & work mates was starting to become a bit tricky. The car arrived on Thursday, but what with insurance, tax & being away for the weekend I didn't get to drive it until Monday. After terrifying Dad going round at rather damp roundabout on the way to get some petrol I went to visit Emily & a jolly good day was had by all. Bocking Windmill was open seeing as it was a bank holiday, so we decided to visit. Also attempted to look round Cressing Temple, to further our educational sight-seeing day, but it was closing as we arrived.

Working in credit control at Tiptree has been fun. Never did get round to taking those photos of my little ducky friends though. I've now been moved over to Colchester Peugeot to do a similar kind of thing until they find someone more permanant, seeing as the woman I was covering at Tiptree has now returned. I thoroughly dislike her & was very glad I only had to spend one day working in the same office as her, before moving to the different site. Everything is going well, the job is good & it pays well, but the journey over to Colchester is a pain in the bum. I did however get a cuddle from the MD of the company today, mainly because he's known me for years & is practically a family friend. Must have looked a little strange to some of the people I worked with though!

Went to Katie's hen-night last weekend, spending the majority of my time with (home)Amy moaning about how terrible it was. We ended up going bowling with Katie's entire family (mum, nan, great-aunt etcetc), had a reasonably nice meal & were then home by 9.30. Her uber straight-laced sister wouldn't even let a bunch of us 21 year olds get a taxi home by ourselves. The promise of drinking booze at home sounded fairly reassuring, but by the time we were back all I wanted was a cup of tea & bed. Ugh. To top it all off Amy & I were stuck on a train for an extra two hours due to a bus 'striking' a bridge just outside Stowmarket. We did get free tea & I have sent off a form to get my money back. It was just the perfect end to such a great weekend.

Completely shattered & can't wait to get into bed tonight (or in half an hour!). Must go & do some ironing. Hope everyone is ok!

I wasn't going to say anything until everything had been talked through & sorted out, but I thought it probably best to let people know. Andrew & I are in the process of breaking up & I'm going to visit him next weekend at uni to talk through how we feel & what we plan to do. It first came to light last weekend when we were on the phone talking about how after four & a half years things had changed & that we weren't really the same people any more. I still love him & I can't imagine him not being a part of my life in some way, which Andrew agrees with, so we are going to try & stay friends, although I can't even begin to imagine how hard that is going to be.

Everyone I've told so far has been amazingly supportive & I'm feeling better than I have done for most the week. Work has been very helpful at taking my mind off things, but hearing Yesterday & Elton John's Your Song being played down the phone at me while on hold to some company didn't help much.

I'll write more about what's going on once I'm home after my visit, hopefully with a better idea of what's going on.

Just a quick one before I collapse into bed, just to say that my first two days of full time employment so far have gone well. Currently working at a car dealership in Tiptree (where the jam comes from) doing credit control & other exciting office things. I'm having great fun with Elite & spent most of yesterday re-organising the filing carried out by the previous temp (who obviously doesn't understand the alphabet!). Everyone I work with is very nice & I have my own little office (more of a cupboard) which I share with a mountain of servers, a large air conditioning unit & Dad when he has work to at that site. Today I ate my lunch by a picture postcard duck pond & shared my rolls with its inhabitants. I've given some of them names too (more on that later!). I'll take my camera with me tomorrow & take photos of them. Tiptree is full of very old people & pollen. More at the weekend when I'm not completely shattered. Hope everyone is well & shall catch up with you soon!

I had my last exam yesterday so I'm finally free! Getting picked up by Mum tomorrow at some point, so today will consist of packing up all my worldly possessions & faffing around. Yesterday was a good, yet incredibly random day! After the exam went & had lunch in The Treaty with Nikki & Amy, then wandered round the shops for a bit & managed to pick up some cheap bed linen for our new double beds! Nipped home for a while & then went back to the pub to meet Sarah for a goodbye drink seeing as I didn't really fancy going out into town with her & the guys that evening. Got absolutely soaked on the way home, but after drying off & having some tea Nikki & I made our way back to the pub to get very hammered.

It started off well, with a few pints & a good play on the juke box, then after we started guzzling down jagermeister & redbull (yummy!) a bunch of losers decided to join us & try their luck at chatting us up. They were complete pricks, thought they were very high class smoking cigars & telling us about the land they owned & other bollocks. Were then joined by two other blokes, one of which thought we were 'with' the losers. Vom!

Nikki called Ollie, who came with his mate Danny to pick us up & take us home, which was very much appreciated, as we were getting stern yet worried looks from Grace the landlady, who seemed very concerned about our prediciment. Once home we ran around looking for the number of a take-away that would still be delivering & taking orders after midnight. We managed to find one (Lincoln Kebab House I believe!) & without any kind of menu we ended up yelling drunkenly down the phone to the very kind & patient lady taking our order that we needed "MUSHROOMS LOTS OF MUSHROOMS! What pizza has MUSHROOMS on it?!?!?!?!?!!". We got a massive veggie pizza with many mushrooms & then some garlic bread with cheese & mushrooms. It was fantastic, chomping away on pizza, getting most of it all over the floor & playing with Hammond while singing along very loudly to Queen, as we usually do when we get drunk.

Woken up today not feeling too bad & now must clear up my tip of a room & pack, then tidy this pizza encrusted & dust covered house. Feel a happy girl!

The meeting with my dissertation supervisor went well. I was early & nervous, but she's such a nice woman I managed to voice all of my ideas & she seemed to really like them. Quite a few of her supervisees have done similar projects, so she was a bit cheeky & photocopied the list of references from one of the studies she was marking & let me have it, as a bit of a starter to background reading which I thought was lovely & certainly wasn't expected. I've got quite a lot to do over the summer, with regards to background reading & beginning to plan out the experiment, as I want to get the majority of my participants tested before the end of the first semester (slightly vital to my results being able to get first years & second years before they get to know about the area I'm researching). Hooray, hooray, hooray!

On the way home I went to Argos to buy a bookcase for my new room. It was a lot smaller than I thought, but a lot heavier & I still have big red marks on my wrists from where I was trying to drag it home. My arms still feel a bit funny too. Nikki helped me construct the beast, taking the 'This bookcase takes 1 hour to build' sign as a challenge & tried to see how quickly we could finish it. Unfortunately we seemed to be a few nails down, which prompted a quick dash to the tool shop down the road who do not sell nails, & then finding the missing nail on the carpet, thus losing us valuable building time. I'm sure we would have made it otherwise. It looks pretty good too, despite the slightly wonky part at the bottom, which has since been removed because it looks poo & may be reattached at a later date.

Must now get down to some serious revision as the exam is on Friday & I feel very, very unprepared! Balls.

Andrew is a wonderful boy! I heard about The Sultan's Elephant a few days ago, & was rather intrigued. It all seemed a bit hush-hush (as much as a 40 ft heigh mechanical elephant can be I suppose) & I wasn't really sure what it was (if it was supremely cool, or really shite), so I texted Andrew asking if he was going to see it at the weekend & whether he'd be kind enough to take some photos of its glory if he happened to be around. I got a text from him yesterday afternoon, asking if I could find out on the internet where the elephant may be hiding as he was there especially to take some photos for me. We spoke on the phone for a while, as the Jesus Man at Piccadilly rambled on in the background & we laughed at silly things.

In return (although I've been planning this for ages, I suppose seeing as he'll get it in a few weeks time, it is) I'm making him something wonderful, which I'm sure he'll love! It's a surprise so keep quiet if you know!

Spent yesterday messing around with our giant Boost bar & adding more layers of chocolate in order to smooth it out & writing our witty commentary. Kirsty went home on Saturday, so her room is now empty allowing me to move my stuff in. For those who don't know in our uni house we have two very small rooms (which Nikki & I have had this year) & two much larger rooms (that Kirsty & Rose have been in) & next year we're swapping over (although Rose is actually leaving, so we'll have one spare small room unless the letting agency find us another person). On Nikki's suggestion, I started moving a few things downstairs that I won't be taking home with me over the summer, like posters, books & other niknaks. I'm probably going to Argos later to pick up a bookcase & put it together with my tools!

It's strange to think I'll be home by this time next week.

Stop! Hamster time! Nikki & I spent most of Friday night not abusing Hammond & making him supreme assault courses! Yesterday we pimped a snack, making a giant Boost bar. It's not completely finished yet & we need to send our photos & witty commentary to the website. Photos & hilarity to come soon though.

Meeting with my dissertation supervisor on Tuesday, although I've no idea where. I emailed her to find out (on Thursday?) but I still have no reply. Gah. She's been on leave for a while, so I suppose it's understandable, but it would be nice to get some kind of response. Must do some more preparation today & watch the last episode of Shipwrecked! Also need to start revising for my final exam, but I've no idea where to start. We only have one question & it's even pre-released, but it seems completely unrelated to the unit. Tossmonkies!

When I get home I'll be a delightfully employed young lady! My Dad is a complete star & has managed to wangle me a job with one of his clients (Dad is self-employed & works for several car dealerships across East Anglia & beyond...) doing some form of accounting work. One of the women he works with asked after me, wondering whether when I got home for uni I'd like to do some temp work for her, as the temp they currently have isn't going to be available for a few weeks (& can only work three days a week as it is), working five days a week for about 4-5 weeks. There might be some things for me to do when the old temp comes back too, so I might have some work to do after I get back from my holiday in July.

The problem (as such) is that it's based in Tiptree, but seeing as Dad visits most days he said he'd give a lift. Also after Emma recently passed her driving test, Mum & Dad have been considering getting an old banger for us to share. It'll probably be cheaper to buy a crappy car & get the two of us insured on it (third party) than get Emma insured on Mum's car. To be honest it's too expensive to have me insured on Mum's car really seeing as I only use it a few times while I'm home & wouldn't be able to use it during the day as Mum uses it for work. So if that works out, then I'll be able to drive to work myself, saving Dad the trip. Fingers crossed!

Rob said he'd come & watch Mission Impossible 3 with me when I get home, so I won't have to sit in the cinema alone to get my big screen Simon Pegg fix! As ridiculously lame as it sounds, I really can't wait! Pegg's lovely face, highly enlarged!

Had a good evening last night at Jim's impromptu bbq & drank far more than I had intended to, having originally thought I was just going to the pub for one pint & then going home. Ah well, I enjoyed myself. Ended up getting home rather late & spent far too long to speaking to internet chums (who will no doubt embarrass me later by sending me the conversation), singing along to Sam Cooke songs 'very quietly' & texting Andrew random things.

It's far too hot today.

I popped round to the corner shop just now to get myself a pint or two of milk seeing as the one I bought a few days ago has turned into cheese & a fab ice-lolly. I decided to walk to the one closest to us, rather than the one I usually go to because it's quicker & the sun would have been shining in my eyes all the way there. So, walking along my road two girls were walking towards me, they turned off up one of the side roads & as I approached they caught my attention.

Girl 1: Excuse me, do you know where the fag house is?
Me: Sorry?
Girl 1: Do you know where the fag house is?
Me: Fag house?
Girl 2: Yeah
Me: What, do you mean like the corner shop? (This was the only thing I could think of that was remotely related to fags, new kid lingo perhaps? It was either that or a house full of gay men)
Girl 1 & 2: Laugh *look at each other in an 'inside joke' kind of way*
Girl 1: Oh no, don't worry
Me: *wander off feeling quite confused*

Got my milk & ice-lolly, pondering what I had just been asked. Walked back home. Passed girls, who were on the other side of the road & who I couldn't see properly because the sun was in my eyes. They looked as they were giggling & looking at me.

What's a fag house?!

P.S Made crumble. It looks & smells & tastes pretty good!

Feeling a bit better about things now. Have spent the past few days doing very little, despite planning to start work on my disseration & other such things. Had lasagne last night with Nikki & we spent most of the day wandering around the shops, looking for toys for Hammond, dresses for me & other bits & pieces. Was a nice relaxing day though, which I think was well deserved. Having very little actual deadlined work to do at the moment is making me feel quite strange & at a loss. I feel as though there's something huge I've forgotten to do. Next week I'll start revising for my final exam, putting more time into my disseration, applying for jobs back home I've found on the Job Centre website & probably get round to finishing off the million knitting projects I've had on the go for the last six months.

Felt pretty grim today, mainly after pottering around my room with the intent of going to the library after watching last week's Shipwrecked, but instead while wishing Dad HAPPY BIRTHDAY over the phone, I began blubbing about the whole elective thing & had to make a hasty retreat before I 1)made a tit of myself & 2)spoiled his day. What a penis. Spoke to Andrew on the phone & after a good long chat I felt much better. He has a way of making my problems seem far more managable than I previously thought & digging me out of the pits of sulking & self-pity that I seem to get myself into. Whadda guy! Also called Nanny as I've not spoken to her since she left for her holiday a few days before I got home for easter & didn't return until a few days before I left. She seems quite impressed with my mission to make rhubarb crumble (from scratch) this evening!

Last night I could have sworn I heard people talking drunkenly outside my bedroom window. Around 2am I was woken up by someone whistling, then a drunk woman yelling at whoever it was to make up their mind about who they wanted to shag & that it wasn't a good idea to walk around the street barefoot, otherwise they'd get "HIV in (their) feet" (pronouncing H haych, rather than properly - a pet hate of mine). I'm positive there was more conversation, but I seem to have forgotten it. I remember thinking I should write it down on my phone so I didn't forget the funniest parts. Nikki thinks I dreamt it all. Bugger, I wish I'd woken myself up properly & seen these drunken weirdos!

Currently trying to break my life long habit of nail-biting. I actually seem to be doing quite well with the help of gallons of 'Stop 'n Grow' & seeing them in their non-scraggly-nasty-nibbled glory. I'm not aiming for Tanya from Footballers' Wives type talons, but not having nubbin hands will be nice.

The second series of The Mighty Boosh arrived in the post today (as did three Chris Clark cds the day before!) so I can imagine my evening shall be spent stuffing my face with crumble & watch quality comedy until the early hours.

It would seem I have missed out on taking part in my first choice elective next year (Theory & Practice in Mental Health), instead being lumped with my third choice (which I only picked because there was nothing else). I've emailed the electives co-ordinator & unit co-ordinator to see whether there's any chance of me being able to change, but alas there is not. Usually I'd settle for the electives I'd been assigned to & get on with it, but this unit is the only thing I've ever wanted to do & have so, so much interest in (originally I'd considered taking the Psychology with Clinical degree, rather than pure Psychology, but I didn't because I didn't think I'd get in, due to there being so few places). The thing that gets me the most is that there are (with the exception of a few!) a complete bunch of slackers being allowed to take this unit that will undoubtedly not turn up to lectures, piss around & inevitably be shit & slack around assessment time. I also handed in my form ridiculously early in a hope to secure my place.

I've emailed the electives co-ordinator again, hoping there may be some chance of setting up a waiting list if someone decides to drop out so I can take their place, but I'm not holding out much hope. I know I must sound like a complete baby about all this, but I'm rather fucked off.

Oh & our fucking toilet's broken.

The easter hols have been pretty up & down. Lots of a strange-ness & stress, mainly due to the impending doom of returning to uni faced with hand ins & exams a-plenty. I spent practically every day revising until dinner time & then usually went out & met up with people during the evening. Went out for drinks with Emily one night & we got incredibly sloshed, meeting up with one of her band mates & his friend, who took us to Mardy's & bought us lots of drinks while we listened to a really old ugly fat woman butcher classic rock songs. It was a top notch night despite the surroundings (far, far too many pervy old men around), as we were very dressed up & had a bloody good laugh. Em ended up staying the night & we sat up, singing along to The Nightmare Before Xmas soundtrack & eating sandwiches.

Saturday was Jack's surprise mexican themed birthday party. Went over to Jack & Donna's in the afternoon to help Don set everything up & a jolly good time was had. When the party kicked off everyone was poncho-clad & boozing up on tequila & corona. Despite some shoddiness, a very good night was had & I kipped in the loft on a specially made bed which was lovely. The band's (Another Dead Hero) gig at Bocking Village Hall was pretty darn good too, despite Andrew getting a 'fight' with a bunch of Dads. We were expressing our dislike for the band that were playing at the time (typical myspace sideways fringes 16 year old kind of band) when all hell broke lose, getting earfuls from parents (Dad's Against Criticism!) of the band members, telling us (mainly Andrew) how we were 'shit for brains' & had no talent (because we weren't playing an instrument at that precise moment, I think). It all got a little hairy & I was pulled away by Jack, after muscling through a load of big men to tell them what I thought. Cocks! On a lighter note, Rob thrust a copy of their new album into my hands when I arrived (artwork done by Andrew), & it's very good.

So, I'm back in Lincoln & can now actually get round to unpacking my stuff, seeing as my exams are over until my final one on the 12th May. I'm going to stuff my face with chocolate & spend all of tomorrow dossing around, until I crack onto my disseration ideas on Thursday! Wooop.

Back in the land of Linc. First two exams down, another one tomorrow afternoon & the final one in a fortnight. At least Attention & Memory is over! Very tired, but essay has been printed & checked, references done. Up early tomorrow for a final cramming session for research skills. Joy.

Andrew & I have bought Jack an old-skool Mr Frosty for his birthday, from ebay. It wasn't very expensive & only ended up arriving today (three days after his birthday, nevermind!) but when I opened the package something seemed to be amiss. Called Andrew, moaning down the phone at him "Mr Frosty's arrived & he smells like wee!". Seriously, I took off Frosty's little hat & inside it smells as though someone has been using yellow snow to make slushy delights. The box was battered, damp in one corner (piss?!) & had sellotape marks all over. Yuck.

I left him for a good soak in fairy liquid & bleach while I watched Neighbours & then gave him a good scrub with Jif lemon, so hopefully he'll be fully operational soon, rather than rancid. To top it off, the seller had written on the ebay print-out he'd enclosed "If you have any problems email me, otherwise please leave positive feedback". What does he suggest? Sending him an email to ask why the toy smells of piss & what has he been doing to it?! Grimmmm!

Now need to find a reasonable sized box to put old Mr F into & wrap him up. This evening I'm off for a curry with the 'droid at The Balti House & then ADH have a gig at Bocking Village Hall (of all places!). Very much looking forward to getting out of the house after a week of almost solid revision. I'm going out of my mind!

Normal posting service shall be resumed once I'm back at uni & the dreaded exams are over!

It's so nice to be home! Currently sitting around waiting for the rat killer (who I believe is a lady!) to come & sort out our infestation. When I say infestation I actually mean two reasonably nice looking rats (Russell & Russella) who have been sighted a few times wandering around our garden & living in the garage, eating the hose & such like. The rat killer just phoned me to the confirm my address & said she was just outside, but after opening the front door we decided that she wasn't & that she'd be here soon. I bet she calls again.

Things have been lovely so far. Andrew came over on Saturday & we caught up. It was so strange to have not seen him for months & months & then get him all to myself. On Sunday I met Rob in town & we came back to mine & watched telly (Songs of Praise, baby!) & faffed about because we were both tired (drawing pictures of things with our eyes closed! Hilarious). Ended up meeting everyone at the pub, which was great & a massive catch-up was had, as well as a fair few pints, which didn't seem to make it into my system until we left, forcing us all to go to the kebabery & buy greazy pizza! Monday saw me doing a bit of work (although not nearly enough due to being slightly hungover & having to take a little nap) & Katie coming over for dinner & lots of tea drinking. Around 8pm, we decided to do something we'd not done in about two years & drive to Tesco to buy chocolate cake! Unfortunately the beasts have stopped selling the good sticky calorie laden Entenmann's cakes so after a dash to another Tesco we ended up coming home with some kind of sticky fudgy microwavable monstrosity that was delicious!

Yesterday was yet again more work but in the evening Emily came round & we drank lots of tea & laughed at some horrific poetry that a guy we know from school had posted on his MySpace. Plans for the rest of the week include lots more work, more tea with Katie, going out for drinks with Emily on Friday & her staying over, & going round to Jack & Donna's on Saturday & a good time being had by all. Thoroughly looking forward to it.

Must go & sit downstairs & hope the rat lady turns up soon. I must do some work!