Um. I don't think I worried anyone particularly, but to anyone who did, sorry about that. I can be really daft sometimes ( Read more... )

I sorted out an underwear wash.

Somehow this has done more to cheer me up than anything else I've managed today.

What is wrong with me?

Got an e-mail from Darren, which was weird. He's apparently doing fine, seeing a nice boy from Crouch End. I should meet him, he's really nice. Thanked me (no mention of S, sorry) for helping him sort his life out. We should go for a drink sometime. A quick FB stalk reveals nice boy from Crouch End is quite nice, and they are indeed very happy ( Read more... )

My mother is the only woman in the world who would drive me to murder, I swear. She called up and talked at me for half an hour about Bro's wedding arrangements and Niece's birthday plans. Well, that's what she said she was doing ( Read more... )

My brother and sister think I'm going to die alone ( Read more... )

Okay, that's not strictly true, but their simple joy in shiny things and someone blowing a raspberry on their cheek is pretty good ( Read more... )